#Michael Clifford blurb

[ameliora-j]

— fame f❊cker 𐐪𐑂 michael clifford

𐐪𐑂 summary -> the four times you fucked a different member of the same band, and the one time they all found out 𐐪𐑂 A 5 PART SERIES

𐐪𐑂 content -> part one!, alcohol, bar meetcute, reader not rlly having boundaries, tipsy sex, non australian implied reader, tons of pet names (kitten, pretty girl, my love, etc.), unprotected piv, soft dom!mikey, stranger sex, degradation, praise, humiliation, slight feelings of insecurity (mikey), daddy kink, choking, oral (f!receiving), masturbation (m!receiving), slight size kink, creampie, THIS BLOG IS 18+ MDNI

𐐪𐑂 words -> 4.01k

Michael sits inside the dingy city bar, beer bottle in hand. The rest of the band are all strewn about the bar, having their go at girls, dancing and chatting them up—but he sits alone. Michael always was the least approached of the band members. Though, he didn’t mind—he liked being alone. He sits at the corner of the bar, his leather jacket hanging off the chair beside him so no one would attempt to sit with him.

That’s why, when you walk up to the bar and sneak right in between his legs, Michael is shocked. “‘Scuse me” you murmur to the man quietly, setting a hand on his thigh as you fit yourself between him and the bar. “Peach margarita please” you smile at the bartender.

By this point, he senses you’re already nearing drunk, the hand on his thigh being used to stabilize yourself rather than invade his personal bubble. He sets a hand on your hip to aid in your stabilization. His hand is large, warm and igniting a fire in your belly as he squeezes lightly at your hip.

“Sorry hun we’re out of peach flavor. I can do raspberry, strawberry, mango, or watermelon” the bartender smiles apologetically at you. You pout a bit, your shoulders sinking slightly in disappointment.

“Well… Can I get the most non-alcohol tasting drink with alcohol in it?” You ask, causing the girl to laugh a bit.

Michael’s interest is piqued further now, he thinks you’re just about the prettiest thing that’s ever come and forced itself upon his lap—and he’s thanking all his lucky stars you had. “She’ll take a tequila sunrise” he speaks up, smiling at the bartender, then you. “Put it on my tab” he adds.

At this, you turn to the mystery man who’s buying you alcohol—and whose lap you’re practically sat atop of. “If you think this means you’re getting your dick wet tonight, you’re insane… I hope you know” you hum softly.

Michael smirks a bit as he eyes you up and down. “Let me get this straight… You invade my personal space… practically sit on my lap… and then I’m insane for wanting to get my dick wet?” He lets out a genuine belly laugh at this, gazing at you.

Your face heats with embarrassment, finally realizing the position you’re in as you pull back and sit in the seat beside him. “I’m sorry, I hadn’t… Uh…” You stammer, shaking your head nervously.

He smiles at this, gently tipping your chin up. “I didn’t say I didn’t like it” he mutters lowly, kissing the corner of your lips. “To answer your question,” he sips his beer, “no hun, don’t wanna get my dick wet” he shakes his head. “I’d like to chat a bit if that’s alright?” He tries. “If not, you can just take the drink and be on your way.” He nods.

You smile softly as you finally get a good look at him. He’s cute… Sweet. He kinda reminds you of a kitten. “Well… I suppose you did just buy me a drink” you smile softly. “And I could never in good conscience sit on a strange bar man’s lap and not offer him something in return” you joke softly as you make yourself comfortable.

The bartender brings your drink over quickly and you smile, thanking her as she sets it in front of you. “So… What brings you to this skimpy little dive bar?” You ask Michael.

“A beer” he smirks, holding up said drink. “And you?” He reciprocates.

“Apparently a tequila sunrise, Mr. Mystery Man” you giggle softly.

“Mr. Mystery Man?” He raises a brow—questioning, curious. In truth, he’s a bit shocked you don’t know who he is—but simultaneously thankful that he can just be himself. “I like that, Tequila Girl.” He jokes back.

“Tequila Girl is a new one” you hum softly, sipping your drink. “WOW! That is really good” you emphasize as you look over at him.

“Well I’m glad you like it, Tequila Girl” he smiles—soft but prideful as he lifts his glass bottle and tips it towards you. You clink your glass against his botte and smile.

“Thank you, Mr. Mystery Man” you say genuinely.

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Mr. Mystery Man—Michael, you had learned to be his name—was an excellent conversationalist. Not only that, he was easy to talk to. Charming, funny, smart—and extremely good looking.

The two of you fell into an easy conversation—about video games, cars, hobbies, music, your dreams, his dreams, you even delved a bit into each other’s backgrounds. The two of you became so absorbed in talking to each other that your drinks were long forgotten—until the bartender was telling you it was last call.

“Would you like to come hang out at my hotel?” Michael asks as you lift your purse onto your shoulder. “It’s been amazing talking to you, and I… Don’t want the night to end yet” he smiles—shy for the first time that evening.

That seals the deal for you—this guy could absolutely not get any cuter. You hum, pretending to think for a second before offering him a cute smile. “Only if you let me borrow more comfortable clothes” you nod, looking down at your short, sparkly sequined black dress and high heels.

“It’s a deal” he smiles back, nodding as he takes your hand. If you weren’t so infatuated with the man’s scent and eyes, you’d have noticed him hiding your face as he leads you out of the parking lot and up to a big black Range Rover. You’d been swooning over Michael all night, but when he opens your door and holds your hand to help you step into the truck, you downright fall in love on the spot.

The drive to his hotel is short, only about 15 minutes from the bar. When he opens your door for you and helps you out, you finally realize that for some reason or other he’s still hiding you in his jacket. You let out tipsy little giggles as you stumble a bit over your stilettos, walking so close to him. “Why am I hiding in here?” You whisper.

“I’ll tell you in the morning… Deal?” He hums softly, rubbing your back as you get into the elevator. “Just keep your head down, pretty girl” he hums, kissing the back of your head as you two step into the elevator.

For the moment you’re thankful your head is down because if you think your face was warming up as he calls you ‘pretty girl,’ then it’s damn near on fire as his lips press to your head. “Okay…” You whisper in a slight daze, your head swimming with lust and attraction. The two of you stand in the elevator for what feels like eternities, and when you step off, you see that you’re on the 60th floor.

“Room 60-304, love. Here we are” he smiles as he unlocks the door with his key card. You hold in a gasp as you step into the room, stilettos clicking against the marble floor.

“It’s beautiful” you whisper, spinning around slowly as you glance at everything. He smiles softly, watching you twirl around the room. “Oo, Krispies!” You exclaim in excitement, rushing over to the mini bar. You reach forward, but pull your hand back a bit, remembering hotels charge for practically everything you touch.

“Go for anything you want, beautiful” he smiles softly, nodding in reassurance. You squeal in excitement, reaching forward once more and grabbing the Rice Krispies Treat. If he had to, Michael would pinpoint this moment in time as the first time he truly fell in love. “I’ll be right back hun, I’m gonna get ya some comfortable clothes.”

You smile softly around the treat in your mouth, nodding as you look at him. He then retreats to the bedroom, and you walk to the couch, making yourself comfortable. Michael was back within ten minutes, now shirtless and wearing a pair of sweatpants. He held a pair of basketball shorts and a large t-shirt in his hands for you, neatly folded as he held the stack out to you. “Thanks Mikey” you smile softly, wiping your Krispies crumbs on your dress as you take the clothes and go change in the bathroom.

He sits on the couch, flipping through for a movie as he waits for you to come back. Michael begins to worry when you take longer than ten minutes, and just as he’s about to go and check on you, you come out—hair wet, face cleaned and refreshed, and body swimming in his clothes. Michael never in his life would have imagined that the sight of a woman wearing comfortable clothes would turn him on this much.

He’s unsure if it’s because it’s his clothes, or if it’s because it’s you in his clothes… Or maybe it’s just you. But no matter, he’s fighting for nearly his life to hide the large boner straining against his sweatpants as he watches you walk over and sit on the couch. “Sorry… I felt sticky and wanted a shower” you explain shyly.

“Don’t apologize” he smiles softly. “Feel better?” He asks, smiling again as you nod. “Here, love” he hums, passing you a water bottle.

“Thanks, Mikey” you smile, taking a sip of your water. “So the accent tells me you’re clearly not from here… What brings you to town?” You ask curiously as you sit criss-cross applesauce and turn to face him.

“Would you believe me if I said vacation?” He asks, humming as he turns to face you.

“Honestly, not really. But mainly cus I live here so it’s so boring to me” you giggle. “How’s your vacation so far?” You smile.

“It’s only day one but I’d say it’s going really good so far” he smiles. “Have you lived here your entire life?” He asks you, causing you two to delve into your backgrounds and a bit of family history. It’s then when you realize you could listen to Michael speak for hours, even if he just spoke in circles.

You don’t even realize you’re not paying attention to him until a smirk begins to play on his lips. “What?” You whisper, blushing as you finally make eye contact with him.

“I asked you a question, pretty girl” he hums softly. “Or… Were you not paying attention?” He taunts.

“I… No I was paying attention” you pout softly. “I was just… thinking” you mumble lamely, biting your lip and racking your brain for what question Michael possibly could have asked you. Going with the safest probability you hum and look up at him. “Yes” you nod.

Michael’s smirk widens, and he snorts a bit over an attempt to bite back a laugh. “Yes?” He asked softly, raising a brow.

“Don’t laugh!” You insist, crossing your arms with a frown. “What’s so wrong about it?” You huff.

“My love…” your face burns in embarrassment at the nickname, forcing back a smile. “I asked you what you like to do for fun,” he hums softly. Your face burns hotter now, realizing you’d been caught not paying attention. Maybe he doesn’t know why you’re not focusing on his words. This thought saves you from your embarrassment untill he proceeds to ask: “What’s got you so distracted, kitten?”

You whine softly at the petname, your hips shifting. “Mikey…” You whisper softly, looking up at him with wide, dazed eyes.

“Oh baby… You want it, don’t you?” He mocks, moving closer to you as he pushes your hair behind your ear. You nod, pouting at him as you reach to touch him. He tuts softly, shaking your head as he holds your wrists. “No my love… tell me what you want” he smirks.

You whine again, frowning at him. “Mikey…” You insist, trying to wriggle free. Michael, however, is having none of it. He raises a brow, doubling down as he stares at you with a fiery gaze. You get lost in the green of his pretty eyes, tugging your lip between your teeth as you whine a bit. “Want you, please…” you whisper.

“Awh honey… Just a few hours ago you were calling me insane for wanting to get my dick wet and now you’re practically begging for it” he mocks, pinching your cheek tauntingly. “You’re so cute” he murmurs, leaning in and kissing up your jaw.

“But you need to be louder” he orders. A gentle one, but assuring you knew that he was in charge, and you’d follow his orders for the night. Not that you had any qualms about that… This beautiful man that you’d met no more than four hours ago could throw you around like a ragdoll and you’d sing praises to his name without him having to ask.

“I want you… Mikey, I need you. Know you can make me feel really really good… Want it pretty please” you look up at him with a cute pout. The innocent look in your eyes has Michael’s cock twitching in his pants, biting his lip and groaning at your pathetically cute whiny voice.

Michael would be lying if he said watching you beg for him didn’t inflate his ego just a bit. There was a ton of guys in that bar tonight, hell the rest of his band was in that bar… but you chose him. You went home with him. He was the man you were about to spread yourself out for, give your body to. The man that you were begging to touch you and make you feel good.

The knowledge of the power he currently holds over you makes his cock even harder in his pants. He groans, giving up on his attempt at keeping composure as he pushes you back against the couch cushions, enveloping your mouth in a deep and passionate kiss. You moan against his mouth, arching your back as his hands run over your body. “Pretty little thing” he mumbles as he pulls your shirt off, immediately kissing across your chest.

Michael’s hands are quick, but skillful as well. His fingers calloused due to the years of guitar playing, and you moan as the rough pads pinch at your already hardening nipples. You whine again, your hips bucking, causing your pulsing pussy to grind against his thigh as he fits himself between your legs. “Michael…” You breathe, moaning quietly.

“You make the prettiest noises baby” he murmurs softly, nipping down your neck. “‘Specially when you’re moaning my name” he mumbles, trailing kisses and hickies down your neck, to your chest. “Do it again” he growls quietly.

You gasp softly, arching your back a bit as you follow his orders, moaning his name once more. This time when you do, you lean up directly into his ear, breathing his name quietly as you tug at his hair. Michael groans at the sound of your voice, wrapping his hand around your neck. “Are you a virgin, pretty girl?” He teases.

“No, Daddy” you breathe softly, flushing in complete embarrassment as the honorific easily slips from your lips, your mind slipping quickly into a submissive haze. “I-I’m sorr-“ Michael stops your sentence almost as soon as it starts, squeezing a bit harder at your neck.

“Don’t apologize… Just keep saying it, Kitten” he smirks, leaning down and swallowing the moan that slips past your lips as he kisses you. He runs his hands down your sides, squeezing at your hips before sneaking a hand beneath your basketball shorts. “Did you leave your panties off?” He smirks, rubbing his thumb over the bare slit of your pussy. “Naughty, naughty girl” he tuts softly, shaking his head.

You whine as the pad of his thumb circles your swollen clit, unable to help the jerk of your hips as you grind against his hand. He sucks in air through his teeth as his middle finger pushes into your slippery hole, grunting as he presses down on your tummy a bit. “That’s a tight little hole, baby… Dunno if my cock’s gonna fit in it.” He mocks.

“No… No can make it fit” you moan louder as he pushes another finger into your cunt. “You can make it fit I need it” you whine loudly, arching your back.

“You’re so adorably pathetic” he laughs, crooking his fingers up to hit your gspot. “Keep making those pretty noises for Daddy ‘n maybe I’ll get you nice ‘n wet with my mouth before I split you open on this big cock.” He chuckles.

“Yes” you moan, nodding. “Yes, please,” you whine, fucking yourself on his fingers. “Oh fuck Daddy, please” you moan, circling your hips on his fingers. “Y’make me feel so good… Stretching me so good” you moan. By this point, your moans have become practically incoherent, stringing any word you could think of together in an attempt to form a sentence as you fuck youreelf on his hand.

Michael can’t take it anymore. Your whines and begs nearly have him busting out of his pants before he’s tearing off your’s. He groans at the sight of your bare cunt, pushing your legs up to your chest before diving in. He moans, spitting on your cunt before licking a bold stripe from your weeping hole up to your pulsing clit. You whine, your hands flying to his hair and pushing his face impossibly closer to your cunt.

His beard drags against your sensitive pussy lips as his mouth envelops your cunt. You’re whining out his name, leaking into his mouth as tears of pleasure leak from the corner of your eyes. You’re nearly sent over the edge as his lips wrap around your fat clit, puckering as he roughly sucks at the sensitive bud, his tongue swirling circles around it.

You whine loudly as you feel his fingers push into your entrance once more, a moan from him sending a shockwave to your cunt and igniting each nerve in your body causing your toes to curl and a loud moan to spill over your kiss-swollen lips. When you look down, you see Michael’s left hand wrapped around his thick cock. The head red and angry, dripping precum down onto the cushions of the couch as his hand strokes over it in quick motions. He’s grunting and groaning into your pussy, getting off on the taste of your and the sound of your moans alone.

Both of your heads are swimming in lust, Michael lost in his head as his ego inflates like a balloon hearing the amount of pleasure he’s causing you. The sound of him eating your cunt is filthy, making you impossibly wetter as you hear Michael’s slurps and grunts as he drinks from your cunt as if it’s a fountain of eternal youth. You tug at his long pink locks, the whiny little ‘Daddy’s spilling from your lips spurring him on as he moves faster. “Oh Daddy… Daddy please ‘m gonna cum” you whine, arching your back as you push his face even closer.

Michael chuckles as he pulls back, causing a perturbed whine to spill from your lips as you pout at him. “Oh baby… As much as I'd love to lick this little pussy until you cum… I wanna feel you squeezing my cock while you cum for me” he growls in your ear as he runs his cock through your slit.

Your hips buck as the head of his leaking cock nudges against your clit. Mikey pulls his lip between his teeth, taking a breath to calm himself as he pushes the head of his cock into your tight cunt. You whine at the stretch, pouting at him with wide eyes as your legs spread. “Please, Daddy…” you gasp.

“Fuck, Kitten” he groans as he slowly pushes his dick into you. “This tight cunt is gonna make me burst…” he grunts. “Gonna fuck this little pussy raw… Fill you up with my cum, pretty girl. Would you like that?” He taunts, moaning as he bottoms out, pressing down on your tummy.

“Yeah” you whimper. “Yeah, I like it a lot. Please” you breathe. Mikey’s awestruck at how quick he’s reduced you to nothing but moans and whines—soft cries of his name spilling from your lips as he fucks you slowly.

“You feel so good baby” he mumbles, his thumb coming to stroke against your clit. “Tightest little pussy I’ve ever had” he groans, pushing your leg up over his shoulder. You whine loudly as he pulls out and thrusts in once more, his cock kissing your gspot as your hips twitch.

“Big” you moan back, arching your back into him as he pulls your nipple between his lips. “Big-biggest… Big” you whine dumbly as your eyes roll into the back of your head.

Michael chuckles at how pathetic you sound, squeezing at your throat as his hips pick up the pace, chasing his impending orgasm as he licks, sucks, and bites at your nipples. “Whose pussy is this baby?” He teases, smoothing your hair back as he holds you close to him. “Tell Daddy who you belong to ‘n I’ll let you cum.”

You whine, clenching tightly around him as more arousal spills from your cunt, making your opening more slippery and allowing Michael easier access to fuck you as he pleased. “I know you want to, baby… I feel your little cunt squeezing me… Tryin’ to milk me dry” he groans, his forehead falling to your shoulder as sweat drips off of him. “All you gotta do is tell me who you belong to, Kitten, Daddy’ll let you cum” he cooes mockingly, gently stroking over your clit.

Your voice is stuck in your throat, your jaw dropped in pleasure as you practically fight to breathe. You choke over a loud moan, your nails clawing down his back as you look into his pretty green eyes. Then and only then do you finally find a voice as his cock presses to your gspot. “You” you finally choke out loudly. “It’s yours… Your pussy I… It belongs to you!” You whine. “Oh fuck please let me cum, please!” You beg, your legs shaking as you try to hold off for him.

“Only because you beg so so pretty, Kitten” he smiles softly, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips as you moan. He holds your hip with his hand, keeping you pressed against his chest as he strokes over your clit. “Come on baby… Cum for Daddy ‘n I’ll fill you up” he whispered softly. “Keep your eyes on me baby, don’t close them” he hums, his hips stuttering as you squeeze around him.

You nod dumbly, your forehead pressed against his as you blink slowly. You swallow hard, your jaw dropping as your eyes roll back. “I’m… I’m… Cumming, ‘m cumming” you gasp around whines, your body shaking as you cum around Michael’s cock.

He groans as he feels the way you squeeze him, your cunt becoming impossibly tighter as he ruts into you. A cacophony of whines, moans, cries, and whines spill from your lips—your eyes never once breaking contact with Mikey’s as he fucks you through your orgasm. “Th-thank…” you gasp, your eyes rolling as you feel Mikey’s hips stuttering, his cock twitching against your gspot a few times before he presses his hips to your’s. His pelvis kisses your clit as the head of his cock kisses your cervix, spraying his cum deep into your awaiting womb as he lets out a symphony of moans.

He holds you to his chest as he cums, leaning in to press a passionate kiss to your lips. You let out soft whimpers and whines against his lips as your body twitches against his. He pulls back slowly, smiling lovingly as he smoothes your hair back. “Such a good girl, baby” he whispers, pressing a gentle kiss to your head.

You hum softly as you smile lazily at him. “Thank you, Daddy…” you whisper quietly, looking up at him with glossy eyes.

“You’re so welcome, pretty girl” he smiles, kissing your nose gently as he pulls out slowly. “Now, let’s get you a bath.”

° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ ° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ

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[ughkat]

ur camera roll if michael was ur boyfriend ❥

[bartxnhood]

lover of mine | m.g.c

michael clifford x reader

summary: after a long day, you just want to be wrapped in his arms.

warnings: none !

wc: 532

requests open

not proofread

Copyright © 2023 bartxnhood. All rights reserved. This original work is not allowed to be reposted on any platform in any format.

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michael opens the door to your shared home, he slips his shoes off and drops his keys on the table next to the door. “babe?” he calls out as he walks through the empty house.

usually, you’re in the kitchen or on the sofa binging a new tv show you found, and inevitably get michael hooked on it as well.

but it was dark and quiet with you nowhere to be seen.

he walks through the house, peeking his head in a few rooms as he heads upstairs. just to see if you were maybe in the bathroom or laundry room, but still no sign of you.

as he opens the bedroom door he is met with your figure curled up underneath the duvet with southy and moose at your feet. he sees how your chest is rising and falling steadily so, he assumes you are asleep.

michael walks to his side of the bed, taking everything out of his pockets and resting them on the bedside table, he gingerly raises the duvet and lets himself under.

“mike?” you hum feeling his side of the bed dip. you hear him shuffling on his side thinking he was getting comfortable.

“i’m home..” he says softly, you hear the rasp in his voice and know he was tired. “mm” you sing finding his body heat and curling up by his side. “missed you” you say into the fabric of his shirt.

he pulls you close to his side, wrapping his arms around your figure. you feel his hand come to your back and he draws shapes, “you okay?” he asks, but you only hum in return and then fall silent for a bit.

“bad day, work was rough. i just..don’t know” you sigh. you weren’t good with your words, you could never explain how you felt so oftentimes you’d just keep everything bottled up. “it’s okay..” michael could feel your frustrations and then tension in the air, he was always a good listener but more importantly he could understand your emotions without you even uttering one word.

“im just so burnt out. needed a break” you add. michael is still rubbing your back, then he presses a kiss in your hair. “we all need a break here and there” he reassures, offering some comfort. “mm” you reply.

for a while the both of you fall quiet, listening teach others and breathing with your eyes closed. you never had to say anything sometimes, just being wrapped in each other's arms was enough.

“how was the studio?” you ask, wanting some insight on his day. “good” he answers, but you hear his tired he sounds. he was probably drifting off. “we finished mixing the album, so it won’t be much longer till it’s completed.” you smile, knowing how hard they had been working on this album and how much it meant.

“had i known that i would’ve made dinner to celebrate” you chuckle quietly. “nah” he replies, “this is enough. just having you in my arms is enough for me..” he adds, then proceeds to squeeze you as you laugh.

“i love you, y/n” he says, kissing you softly. “i love you too, michael.”

[lovebombs4life]

Sick fic with michael, but you're the one taking care of him 🧸

darling - m.g.c.

requested: yes, this is so freaking cute

a/n: hashtag writing at work - kinda just made this into a blurb

cw: none! very fluffy

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i woke to the sounds of michael groaning, tossing around in bed. i rubbed my eyes before sitting up and looking at him.

his face was pale and his eyes were a bit red. “what’s wrong, mikey?” i asked. he coughed as he turned to look over at me.

“stomach hurts.” he cried, curling up in a ball. i pouted my lip, feeling his forehead. “christ, mikey, you’re burning.” i said, getting up to grab him some water and tylenol.

“will you stay home with me today?” he asked watching as i walked back in the room. i nodded my head.

“i’ll call in, give me just two seconds. here’s some water and medicine, might make you feel a bit better.” i said, giving him the glass. he sat up, popped the tablets in his mouth, and drank the full glass of water.

“are you feeling dehydrated?” i questioned after he chugged the water. he nodded.

“throat feels dry, my nose is runny and my head hurts.” he listed his symptoms.

“when did this all start darling?” i pulled his head into my lap and stroked his hair. he stayed quiet for a minute.

“last night.” i frowned. i turned his face to look at me.

“why didn’t you tell me darling? i would’ve taken care of you and helped you.” i looked into his eyes. he had a sad expression on his face.

“didn’t want to wake you.” he pouted. i hugged onto him.

“sweet boy,” i kissed his forehead. “gotta tell me if you’re not feeling good. let me call into work quick and make you some soup, okay?”

he nodded, moving his head off my lap, laying back on the bed. i walked out of our room, calling in to work. i made my way to the kitchen, grabbing out a can of soup, heating it up in the stove.

once it was done, i poured it into a bowl, and grabbed a spoon. i grabbed a sleeve of saltine crackers too, bringing it into the room for michael.

he sat up slightly, waiting for his food. “thank you, i don’t deserve you, y/n” he softly smiled. i nodded, smiling at him.

“of course darling, anything for you.” i said, kissing his forehead as i set the bowl in his lap. he slowly ate it, placing the bowl and crackers onto the nightstand, rolling onto his side, cuddling into me.

he rest his head in my lap once again, sighing as i played with his hair. “i love you so much, y/n.” he spoke softly, yawning.

“i love you too mikey. get some rest now darling, i’ll be right here when you wake up.” i spoke. he nodded, quickly falling asleep.

[writersdare]

Don't Be a Stranger | Michael Clifford

Pairing: Michael Clifford x Reader (she/her)

Summary: The tour was over, and Michael and Y/N finally met again. Both were uncertain who they were to each other after months being apart.

Warning: slight angst

Word Count: 1 097

Author's Note: Just a small episode that popped into my head the other days. Hopefully you'll like it! Also, requests are open and encouraged ♡

The cold air hit the lungs as Michael left the airport and saw her. She was standing next to a greasy column numbered “four”, wrapping in a dark blue jacket and holding a black one for him. Y/N was shifting from foot to foot, trying to keep herself warm as he landed later than they expected, and she had to wait there longer than necessary. She could come back to a car she parked nearby, but stupidly felt like if she’d keep stare at the exit, Mike would appear earlier.

A short smile sparkled on his face as he came closer and hugged the girl tight. Y/N only sighed and closed the eyes, nuzzling his shoulder. They kept silence just for a moment but for some reason it felt like eternity. None of them felt happiness from seeing each other, or better to say the sadness simply was stronger that night.

She was tired. He knew she was, and he could tell that not just by her sleepy eyes and messy hair. He could tell that by her replies that became shorter through the weeks being apart and by the hug at that particular moment while she was barely touching his back. 

Y/N knew it was vividly his fault, and she knew what she was getting into by dating him. They just didn’t expect it to be that hard, apparently. Three months apart, less than a week together, and five more months separated. Were they even in relationships at all? 

“Hey,” Michael finally said quietly, not expecting his voice to be so hoarse. The guy broke the hug and took the jacket from her, feeling rather uncertain if he could even leave a kiss on his girlfriend’s lips. He still saw a person he loved in front of him, and he only hoped he didn’t look alien to her after months being away from each other.

“Hey,” she smiled in the same sad manner and gave a short smack on his lips herself. The taste still was able to awake little butterflies in the stomach. Y/N wanted to say many things, how she missed him or how she hated them being apart, but instead the girl silently turned to the car, being ready to head home with him.

“I’ll drive,” Michael said and hurried up to the driver’s side after putting his suitcase and a backpack in a trunk. He was drowsy, but he knew Y/N was no less, so he just couldn’t allow her to drive all the way back. She didn’t even argue, only nodded and chose a passenger seat next to him. 

The road was rather empty. They were passing by few cheap hotels and convenience stores; the lights illuminated the road which at some moment started to seem almost endless. Mike saw how Y/N’s head slowly sank to a side, her eyes were shut closed and the breath became steadier. He hated himself for what he was planning to do, but the silence was truly killing him and he couldn’t hold the bitter thoughts to himself any longer.

“Look, I’m sorry,” he started and glanced at Y/N, as she sighed heavily and opened her eyes. “I know it’s not easy, but–”

“Are we really going to talk about it now?” she interrupted him irritably, although still with a sleepy voice.

But it was enough for Mike to get annoyed, too.

“When then? Tomorrow morning you’ll head to work and–”

“Not you talking about my working schedule,” she smirked.

“Stop interrupting me,” Michael spoke out every word and squeezed the steering wheel. He hated being interrupted, and she knew that.

“Don’t tell me what to do,” Y/N mumbled under her nose but loud enough for him to hear and turned a head to the side window of the car.

No one said anything else after that, and the silence in the car became even more unbearable. 

She didn’t fall asleep on the way home, and no one said anything else until the end of their trip.

“Welcome home, Mike,” Y/N was the first to break the silence, as they entered their house and turned on the light.

“Thanks…” Michael mumbled and looked around. He had a minute to adjust to the place, as the house seemed as if not his for a moment. That’s how long he was gone.

The girl looked at Michael, observing his haggard face. It felt odd to see him there, in their house. Her eyes became wet all of a sudden, Y/N stepped forward and hugged the guy tight, touching his cheek with her. Mike reacted right away, catching her in the arms and leaving a kiss on her cheek before giving a deep one on the lips.

“I’ve missed you so much,” he whispered. “I’m sorry it was a mess, Y/N. I know I promised to be here for you. I know I…”

“It’s not your fault, Mikey,” she sighed, hugging her favourite boy only tighter. “I know it’s your work and you are trying your best. It’s just…”

“Can be really hard sometimes.”

“Yeah…” the girl agreed quietly.

The time zones sucked, sometimes they couldn’t talk for days because of the time difference. He’d leave a message early morning and she’d be able to read right away only if she had insomnia once again and couldn’t sleep without him by her side.

“I took few days off so we could spend some time together…” she added in whisper.  

“Really?” Mike pulled away lightly to see her face and smiled wider. “Y/N…”

He knew how important the job was to her, it was not like he was putting his career higher than hers. But still he appreciated such gesture a lot. The happiness, though, was replaced by another sadnesss almost immediately. Michael started to feel awful as when he had few days doing nothing, he was lying in bed in a hotel room without any powers to buy a ticket and fly home instead. The touring was exhausting, no matter how much he enjoyed to perform.

Y/N was simply trying to save what was left between them. It was still a long way back to the relationships they had when they’ve just met, she missed their candy-bouquet period. But she believed they could overcome the issues and find compromises as they both wanted it.

“I love you,” he said and simply lifted her off the floor.

“I love you, too, Mikey,” Y/N whispered back with a smile on her face.

And the happiness from the fact that they finally saw each other filled their hearts again.

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promising forever, clifford

desc: michael’s been sure she’s the love of his life for long enough, it was time for him to make the next big move when it came to promising forever

warnings for: a whole lot of tooth rotting fluff

michael feels bad for those unlucky enough to have not befriended her, or those that had lost her company in the past. because to those who don’t know her had never felt her grace. the kindness she showed to the people she encountered. she helped when she could, whether it was random chores around a house that she doesn’t even live in, or a shoulder to cry on when you had nobody else. every minute michael had come to know her he had fallen more in love. with the emotions inside of her, the moments where he could laugh with her over a great day, or the days where he held her after life had dealt a shit hand. and he fell in love with every inch of her skin, explored under moonlight nights with soft touches and whispers of love.

to michael, she was the blood pumping through his veins, the strength in his bones when he had his own shit hand. when he was missing home on tour and she would fall asleep on call with him, send him videos throughout the day recounting what she was doing so just for a minute, it felt like he was there with her. when nothing was going right in the studio and her fingers danced across his skin in all the right places to help him decompress. and she was the constant by his side throughout the good too, when their new single hit number one and she had run into his office to congratulate him the minute they found out, when they had bought their first house together and insisted they christen every room in the house with large smiles and promises of forever.

it was those promises that had brought him to this moment, when the assurances of their always were as strong as ever. his fingers play with the small black box in the pocket of his jacket, foot tapping along to the music playing over the speaker as he awaits her to come home from her night out with friends. she had insisted on coming home early, despite him telling her that he didn’t mind spending the night alone if she wanted to truly let loose. but she had never felt more free unless she was with him, she said. and he knew tonight was the night.

he hears her keys jingling on the other side of the door from his spot in the living room, casting a quick glance to the area he had set up in the garden over the past few hours before making his way to the hallway where he could greet her as she came in,“mikey!” her smile widens as soon as she meets his eyes, dropping her keys onto the small table by the door she could wrap her arms around him.

“hey, sweetheart.” he mumbles into the material of her dress as he rests his head against her shoulder, the dark green fabric reminding him of the time she had worn it out when the band had been celebrating another success. he can smell her perfume as he holds her close, ignoring the small voice inside of him that tried to tell him it could be the last time. she loved him, he knew that. but the weight of the box in his pocket still sent his nerves sky-rocketing. “how was your night?”

“was fun, i missed you though.” he pulls back to admire her face, every feature having being studied extensively by him through their relationship, yet her beauty still managing to catch him off guard every time his eyes meet hers.

“i missed you too.” he mutters with a sigh, as if finally having her with him takes a load of weight of his shoulders. it definitely felt like it did, she had a special way of making him feel like all his problems melted away. he finally presses a kiss to her lips for the first time since she walked through the door, hand on her hip squeezing slightly before he pulls away to slot her hand into his. “i have something to show you.”

“oh god, what did you do?” she giggles as he leads her down the hallway,

“you’ll love it, hopefully.” her eyes widen in surprise when they step into the living room, gaze landing on the set up in the garden they can see through the sliding doors. there are candles set up everywhere, on the patio chairs, the floor, the tables and along the fence. they glow into the night and from afar, they almost look like resting fireflies.

“michael?” she questions as he leads her into the middle of all the candles, standing in front of her with a nervous smile on his face.

“i uh..” he cuts off whatever questions she was about to ask, rubbing his palms on his jeans. the nerves that he felt in the hallway seem to be slipping away as he starts thinking about what to say, knowing that whatever he said was coming straight from his heart, that his statement of profound love was the easiest thing he could ever think about because it was all he did. he’s convinced it’s his life purpose to love the woman in front of him. “i’m not sure a lifetime is long enough to truly show you how much i love you, you’re my inspiration, my motivation, and i want to spend the rest of my life with you because i can’t imagine a day without hearing your voice, or thinking about when i’m going to be able to hold you next.” he takes her hands in his, flicking his eyes between hers that are looking at him with the most sincere amount of admiration that he thinks he could ever recieve and the way her fingers are tracing over his tattoos on his hands, probably being able to sense his nerves. “i’ve found myself thinking a lot lately about what’s next for us, because everyday with you feels like another step in the right direction. i want us to have the life that we’ve spent countless sleepless nights talking about, having our own family one day and experiencing every new adventure life will bring us.” michael lets out a deep breath he had been holding as he moves to get down on one knee, her free hands now moving up towards her face that is contorted into a mix of recognition and surprise. a quiet giggle leaves her lips as she realises what is happening, heart beating so loudly in her chest that she’s scared it’s going to drown out his words. “i love you so much it gets overwhelming in the best way possible, and it’s the only thing i ever want to feel, so will you marry me?”

“there is no doubt in my mind that we are forever, michael.” she places her hands on his wrists to gesture him to stand up, “of course i’ll marry you!” her voice almost cracks with tears as he takes her in his arms, both of them laughing with the highest feeling of glee that they had ever felt before. every moment in their lives, the ones before they had even met, had been a rollercoaster edging it’s way to the top just before the long drop, and this moment was the feeling of exhilaration crashing down onto them.

“i love you so much.” michael mutters, taking her face in his hands so he can press kisses to every inch of her face.

“i love you, and our family.” she whispers into the night, inching her face closer to his as she kisses him once again. she watches as his eyes flash with confusion for a moment when they pull away, processing her words.

“our family?”

“i was gonna wait to tell you..set up a whole thing.” she laughs at the idea now, knowing that no moment would have been more perfect than now, when they had confessed their desire to be bound in marriage beside candlelight under the sky of their shared home. neither of them are fans of the large romantic gestures, or at least the ones in public, confessing their love for one another was something they preferred to be theirs alone. “but i found out yesterday, michael, i’m pregnant.”

“oh my god,” a smile takes over his face and even though she had never feared his reaction, it brings her a sense of relaxation now that he finally knows. there was no explicit trying for a baby, but they both knew that they had been getting sloppy when it came to protection and when neither of them questioned it, it was almost like a silent agreement that they were ready for that step. maybe it was the same feeling he felt when he was getting ready to propose, knowing that they were absolutely ready for the large commitments because they were ones they never dreamt of experiencing with anyone else. “we’re having a baby!”

“we’re starting a family, mikey.” her pointer finger caresses the stubble on his cheek as she holds his face between her palms, admiring the wide smile and all his features that she wishes their child would inherit.

“i love you, both of you, with absolutely everything i have.” michaels voice drops to a whisper as he mutters into the night, as if the words are meant for her and her only. because they are, for her and the unborn child. the woman in front of him filling his heart with so much love it was almost painful, but it was a pain he never wanted to go away.

“we love you too.”

vai's thoughts: i absolutely love how this started but i kind of hate the ending, but michael is my baba and i need someone to be in love with me the way he’s in love with his girl in this fic. enjoy <3

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releasing the finals stress - mgc

Word count: 4.1k

Warning: rudeness, swearing, dirty talk, basically pure smut (18+)

Requested: no but requests are open! Plase send them my way I have been having a lot of inspiration lately

A/N: so I had my exams of this med school semester and I was super frustrated and stressed and I started writing and this happened, I guess I wish this had happened to me. English isn’t my first language so I apologize for any errors. Feedback is always appreciated <3 enjoy!

Masterlist

It’s finals season again, and you were cursing yourself for not having studied more before, again. Every time was the same, you cared a lot about your performance on your tests but you were also a professional procrastinator. So, when there were only a few weeks left for your exams you started to panic and spent 18 hours of the day studying, 6 sleeping, and that was it. And that’s exactly what you had done this time.

It was currently 11 PM. You had gotten tired of sitting on your chair all day and had moved your books to your bed. You were trying so hard to understand a certain part of your subject when the doorbell rang. “Ugh” you muttered getting up. You opened the door and found Michael standing on the other side.

“I brought you dinner” he barely had the time to say before you were closing the door on his face. He reacted quickly stopping you and stepping into your apartment without permission. You shook your head no while you headed to your room. “Are you just gonna ignore me?” he questioned following you.

“Goodbye Michael” you said not even turning around to face him.

“That’s what you say when your best friend buys you dinner?”

“You know I don’t have time for this now” you stated as you sat on your bed again preparing to continue studying.

“You haven’t answered my texts in days, I was getting worried”

“Oh and so you thought since I didn’t have time to answer texts I would have time to have dinner with you?” you asked with a disbelief tone.

“Hey, you’re being kind of rude” Michael said as he sat on the side of the bed behind you. “I just wanted to make sure you were fine”

“Well I am clearly not fine. I have 5 days left for my first test and I still have all of this to memorize” you signaled to all the books on your desk and bed, “so unless there’s any way you’re gonna help me to remember all of this quicker, if you’ll excuse me” you said putting on your headphones and turned your back on Michael ready to ignore him.

“Oh, c’mon! You’re gonna nail your tests, you always do. But you need to take care of yourself too if you want to succeed at anything, you can’t forget that” he said knowing that you could still hear him with the headphones on. “I’m sure you haven’t even eaten all day, I’m not gonna leave until you have dinner with me”

“Then you’re gonna have to wait like a month just sitting there” you stated.

“Oh my god, y/n! you’re being so stubborn” Michael said starting to get desperate.

“I’ve always been and always will be, if you don’t like me you can stop being my friend. Now go” you said pointing at the door.

“You really need to relax, geez”

“Ugh, you’re annoying me Michael! I just need to study and then I’ll be fine, okay?” you said raising your voice.

“Don’t yell at me, y/n” Michael said trying to stay calm, he knew that your anxiety was speaking for you. “You know that’s not how it works, you are so tense! Let me help you relax, please” he got closer to you and put his hands on your shoulders making you jump at the sudden contact.

“Don’t” you tried to say but Michael was already massaging your shoulders and you couldn’t help but tilt your head to the side melting at his touch.

“See? This feels good, right? Your muscles are so tense” you moaned quietly at the feeling and Michael’s heart accelerated at that sound but he chose to ignore it.

“I really can’t, Michael, I need to study” you said again but with the softest tone you had used so far.

“Shhh” Michael almost whispered continuing the massage. “It’s just for a couple hours, I miss my bestie” he said after a few minutes, when he noticed your breath was less agitated.

“I miss you every time you’re busy and I just have to bear with it. This is important for me”

“I know, of course it is, but it’s my job to help you through times like this so you don’t like die of anxiety or something” he said making you giggle. “There you are!” he cheered and you couldn’t help but smile. “So?”

“Fine! But you can only stay for dinner and once we’re done you’ll leave, okay?” you said turning to face him.

“Yes!” he said with a grin on his face. “Can I get my hug now?” he asked and you shifted your position and gave him a tight hug. Michael served dinner while you took a quick shower.

“Sorry I took so long, I almost fell asleep in the shower” you said as you entered your living room. Michael couldn’t help but notice your pyjamas were shorter than the ones you were wearing before and how your hard nipples peeked through your sleeveless shirt.

“See? You need to rest more” Michael said handing you your plate and trying to clear his head while you sat on the couch next to him. He knew he shouldn’t think about his best friend that way but he just couldn’t help it.

“I know but I just can’t, I need to push through or I’ll fail. I should have started studying earlier but I was busy touring the world with someone” you said pointing at him.

“Oh, so it’s my fault now?” Michael asked pretending to be offended.

“Of course it is!” you both laughed. His laugh was your favorite sound in the whole world. The next minutes were spent talking, you complaining about college and he explaining the new sound of the 5sos songs they were writing lately.

“But have you slept at all?” Michael asked as he noticed how dark your under-eye circles were.

“Not really. I can’t stop my mind from racing when I go to sleep and I’ve been having nightmares every night, but I’m coping with it, really, it’s nothing new”

“That’s not how it should be, y/n. You shouldn’t have to suffer this much” Michael pouted and a small grin appeared on your mouth.

“You’re so cute when you worry about me, did you know that?” Michael blushed at your words and looked down at his plate, then up at you again.

“Oh, you have some food on your nose” he said as he leaned in closer to you. He brushed the food off your face with his finger and before any of you realized, he was kissing your lips softly. You didn’t even have time to kiss him back before he pulled away.

“Fuck, I’m so sorry y/n, I don’t know why I did that, I’m sorry” he said not being able to look at you. “I’ll just leave” he continued with the intention of getting up.

“Hey, hey, wait” you said still a bit in shock. “It’s okay, I didn’t mind that at all. In fact, I would do it again but maybe letting me kiss you back this time” you smiled at him.

“Really?” he asked while he scratched the back of his head, a red tint covering his cheeks.

“Mmhh” you nodded and before he said anything else you got up and sat on his lap straddling him. You moved his hand to your hip and now it was you playing with the hair at the back of his head. He gulped quickly changing his gaze from your chest to your face, not wanting to make you uncomfortable.

“What are you doing, y/n?” he said with a shaky tone.

“You said you wanted to help me relax and this would very much help” you said as you moved your hips towards him so that you would both feel some friction. A small noise escaped his lips at the feeling making you grin.

“Wait, do you really want to do this with me? I mean if this is just because I kissed you it’s fine if you don’t want to do anything” he asked confused.

“Of course I want to Michael, you kissed me but it’s not like you’re forcing me to do any of this” you said repeating the movement of your hips a few times almost as if you were riding him slowly.

“Oh my god” he muttered. “I, I can’t do this, y/n”

“What? Why? I mean I’m so sorry if I made you uncomfortable. I just thought you kissed me and I’ve noticed the way you look at me when I’m showing a bit more skin or wearing a tight dress. So I thought, I don’t know, are you not attracted to me?” you asked moving back a bit so that there was more space between you too, suddenly feeling shy and scared you had misread the situation.

“Of course I am. You haven’t made me uncomfortable It’s just that I am already so head over heels for you” he said not being able to make eye contact with you. “I don’t think I’d survive having sex with you and then acting like friends again. I can’t do the friends with benefits thing with you, I’m sorry” he confessed.

“So what you’re saying is that you love me and that’s why you don’t want to fuck me, Michael Clifford?” you asked surprised. You had never thought he reciprocated your feelings. Sure, you knew there was some tension between the two of you but you never believed there were feelings on his side.

“I-I guess, y/n. And I know you don’t feel the same way and it’s fine, it really is. But I want to keep being your best friend because you are one of the most important people in my life and I don’t think I can if we do this” you got closer to him, placed your hand on his jaw and tilted his head up slightly to make sure he was looking at you.

“I love you too, idiot” you confessed back with the biggest grin on your face.

“You do?” Michael asked in disbelief

“Of course I do! Do you think I would travel to literally anywhere just to be with you even though that might mean I fail my tests if I didn’t?” he smiled back at you and you close the space between your mouths pressing your lips to his. The kiss quickly heated as you moved your mouths perfectly synchronized. Your tongue asked for permission to enter his mouth and he opened his lips letting you in. He grabbed your hips with his other hand as well trying to push you down so he could feel you better. You were already a little bit wet and you could feel his member starting to get hard. Michael broke the kiss and you whined.

“Are you sure you want to do this? We really don’t have to” he asked again.

“Yes, Mike, I’m sure”

“Okay. I haven’t done this in a long time so I don’t know if I’ll be good at it” he explained with a quiet tone and blushed once again. You had noticed Michael never really spoke to you about sex. It’s not like it was taboo because you had shared a couple of experiences with him, so you figured it was probably because he didn’t feel comfortable speaking about his personal experiences with you, but you never thought it was because he wasn’t having sex.

“That’s okay, let’s just have fun”

“I really don’t know if it’ll meet your expectations” he sighed and you could tell he was getting very nervous about this.

“Hey, baby” you said making you both shiver at the pet name, the situation feeling new but right. “I’m still me, okay? Your bestie. There are no expectations here, literally none” before he could even reply you started to kiss his neck and behind his ear, you knew he had a sweet spot the guys always teased him about there. And you found out he sure did when he let out a low groan as you kissed it. You kept leaving sloppy kisses all over his chin and neck so that he could see how eager you were to finally have him. Your hands trailed the muscles on his abdomen under his shirt while you kissed and you moved back so you could remove it. Michael took the chance to kiss your neck down to your chest. You moaned softly at his actions and Michael cupped your breasts over the shirt, playing a bit with your already hard nipples. “I love your nipples” he mumbled against your chest, sending vibrations all over your body “they’ve always turned me on so much” you moaned again, a bit louder this time. “God your moans sound better than I had imagined them” Michael whispered at your ear and bit your earlobe. “Can I?” he asked pointing to your shirt, you nodded giving him permission and he took it off in a second. “Fuck, your breasts are so beautiful”.

“Let’s go to my room” you said getting up from him and grabbing his hand so that he’d follow you. You both quickly cleared the bed throwing your books to the floor.

“Sorry about that” Michael said as he picked you up and helped you lay on the bed, situating himself on top of you.

“It’s fine” you said wrapping your arms around his neck to bring him closer. You shared a short but passionate kiss while Michael moved his hands up and down your thighs making you moan into the kiss. He moved his mouth down to your stomach leaving wet kisses all over you on his way there.

“Up” he said asking you to move your hips up so he could pull down your shorts and underwear and you complied as quick as you could. After he had removed your clothes he caressed your inner thighs making you shiver. He traced your inner lips with his index finger at a painfully slow pace.

“Mike” you whined.

“You are 100% sure you want to be with me?” he asked again, the lack of confidence present in his voice. “I just want to make sure you’re not feeling pressured”

“Oh my god, Michael! Why would I feel pressured? I already told you, I love you and I want you. Now put your fingers inside of me for god’s shake!” Michael let out a small giggle.

“You really are a bit rude sometimes, and bossy” he said leaning in to kiss you.

“Sorry” you said giggling too.

“Don’t apologize, I love that about you” he said going back to his previous position and introducing one of his fingers inside of you without any more warnings. He watched you as your back arched from the pleasure, pulled his finger out and introduced two, then three when he noticed how your hips moved trying to take all of his fingers in.

“Fuck, Michael!” you screamed as he accelerated his pace. His other hand moved to your clit and started to rub circles on it in perfect synchronization with the fingers inside of you. After a few minutes you felt the knot on your lower abdomen close to exploding. “Keep doing that babe, I’m gonna come” you moaned making Michael groan. He kept that pace for a few seconds more and you were coming undone moaning his name on repeat.

“That was so hot, y/n” Michael said pulling his fingers out of you and cleaning them with his mouth.

“Oh my god, Mike. I think that was the best orgasm of my life, I don’t know why I’ve never had sex with a guitarist before” you joked while breathing heavily. As soon as you recovered from your high you switched positions with Michael, who had already taken off his pants and underwear. You could see the precum already dripping off his hard cock and you licked your lips at the sight.

“Seriously, y/n, you’re the hottest person I’ve ever seen”

“Well you are the hottest person I’ve ever seen, Michael” you replied. You spread his legs with your hands placing yourself in between them. Michael’s cock was twitching with every touch to his skin and you couldn’t wait to taste it. You leaned in to kiss him again, taking the time to work on his sweet spot after that while one of your hands softly palmed his member. You trailed kisses down to his chest, biting one of his nipples making him moan your name. “God my name sounds so good when you moan it” you told him right before biting his other nipple. You kissed down both sides of his V line getting ready to taste all of him. Your right hand gripped the base of his cock at the same time as your left one grabbed his balls squeezing them just enough to make michael groan loudly. Your walls clenched at the sound and you closed your thighs trying to get some friction. The hand on his cock started to move up and down slowly while you observed how he closed his eyes and opened his mouth slightly. “I’ve never seen anyone as beautiful as you’re right now” you told him, trying to boost his confidence and make him feel as comfortable as possible with you.

“Thank you” Michael said finding it difficult to speak from the pleasure. “Babe I don’t think I can do this and be inside you tonight” he said turning red again.

“That’s okay, let me just make you feel good and we can have sex another day, okay?” you asked and quickly licked the tip of his cock right after.

“You sure?” he managed to ask in between moans.

“Mmhh” you nodded. “I really want to taste you baby” and with those words you kissed his tip and opened your mouth trying to get as much of his cock as you could inside of it. You slowly pulled back up and released his cock with a pop of your lips. “So. Fucking. Yummy” you said liking his tip in between words.

“Fuck, y/n. You’re making me so hard so fast, I don’t think I’m gonna last much more”

“I can’t wait to see you come, Mike, I’ve imagined it so many times” your constant dirty talk was driving Michael crazy and you could tell from the way his cock was throbbing at your words. You put him inside your mouth again all the way until his tip touched the back of your throat repeatedly making you gag and making your eyes teary.

“God, you’re so pretty like this” Michael said looking down at you.

“And it’s all for you” you responded “put my hair out of the way for me?” you asked him moving his hands to your head. He grabbed your hair and pulled it back on a ponytail. He got up slightly just so he could reach it better and he could also get a better view of you while you worked on him. You made a few circles with your tongue around his tip and licked all the way from his balls to his tip before putting most of his cock on your mouth again and wrapping your hand around the part that didn’t fit. You fastened the pace as you felt Michael hands pulling tighter on your hair. You moaned at the sensation sending vibrations all over Michael’s body. You felt his breath accelerating and his moans getting louder and you figured he was close so you looked up, trying to lock his eyes with yours. You wanted to admire his face when he came.

“I think I’m going to come now, love” he almost whispered not having the strength to speak properly. You nodded and forced again his cock onto your throat making you gag. “Oh god” he said trying to pull your hair up so that you would move out of the way. “Baby move, I can’t hold it anymore”. But you didn’t and you kept working on him looking at his face that was turning redder and redder by the second.

“Come for me” you mumbled with his cock inside of your mouth and that was enough to send Michael over the edge. You swallowed as much of his cum as you could before pulling away and then licked his cock trying to clean the rest.

“Fuck, y/n. I would have never guessed you were so dirty but I love it” Michael said as he regained his normal breathing. “Sorry I came so fast”

“Hey, stop it! I’ve told you there are no expectations here, okay? I’m hoping this is not just about the sex and besides, I loved that so much, the way your eyes shut close as you came was, again, the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. And I came way faster than you did so”

“You know this is not about the sex for me, but I really can’t wait to be inside of you” Michael said pulling his arm out to reach you and wrapping it around your waist making you lay on top of him. Your warm skins touching each other made you both feel at peace.

“Tomorrow morning, maybe?” you asked as you looked up at him. A smile appeared on his face as he understood what you were suggesting.

“Do you want me to sleep over?” he asked combing your hair with his fingers.

“If you can, I’d love to”

“So only your partners can sleep at your house during finals season? because an hour ago you told me I couldn’t” he teased.

“Well an hour ago you hadn’t given me the best orgasm of my life”.

“Okay, fair enough” he giggled.

“Thank you, Michael”

“What? For the orgasm?” he asked laughing.

“No! Thank you for always taking care of me. That’s one of the things that made me fall in love with you, how you are always there for your friends” you confessed tracing his To The Moon tattoo with your fingers, your head laying on his chest.

“It’s the least I can do, you’ve always been there at my lowest” you stayed still, listening to his heartbeat. “So what does this make us?” he asked after a while making you look up at him.

“Well, I thought it was clear but this makes us fuck buddies” you joked making him giggle.

“So funny”

“I think this makes us...what were the words? boyfriend and girlfriend?” you laughed.

“Yeah, I just wanted to hear you say it” Michael smiled as he leaned to kiss your forehead. “How have we not done this before?”

“Well honestly I never thought you had feelings for me, Michael”

“What? How could I not have feelings for you? You’re perfect in every single way, you know that!” he said making you blush.

“You should have made a move then”

“You know me! I never think anyone cares about me how could I think you reciprocated those feelings?”

“Do I have to remind you of that time I was drunk, walked to your house and literally told you to let me ride you?”

“Well, you were drunk! And I thought there was physical attraction and nothing more” he responded.

“Same here” you said reaching for his lips to kiss them.

You laid there naked in silence enjoying each other presence and vulnerability for a few minutes. “Can we just stay like this forever?” Michael asked.

“I wish we could, but I really need to study” Michael couldn’t help but laugh at your comment. “Stop! I’m serious” you said sitting up on the bed. “I need to pass these tests”

“Sorry, you’ll pass them” Michael reassured you as he sat up too. “I just found it funny that that was exactly what you said when I first came here tonight”

“Whatever” you rolled your eyes at him playfully. “Can I sleep on your shirt? I’ve been wanting to wear your clothes for the longest time now” Michael smiled at your suggestion.

“Of course” You went to the living room to get Michael’s shirt and put it on before returning to your room.

“You look so beautiful on it, and so sexy” Michael said as you entered. He had already covered himself with your sheets and he was waiting for you to fill your side of the bed.

“Not now Michael, we need to sleep”

“Okay, okay” Michael said putting his hands up. You laid down next to him and he wrapped his arm around your waist pulling you closer. He took a deep breath trying to absorb your scent. “This feels so right” he said in your ear. You nodded and turned your head to kiss him. “Can I stay for lunch tomorrow too? I promise I won’t bother you” he asked.

“Not the puppy eyes, Michael! You know I can’t say no to that!” he giggled. “Okay, you can stay but you have to let me study. If you don’t I won’t hesitate to kick you out” you warned him.

“I will” he kissed you again and you turned your head to its previous position.

“Goodnight, Michael” you said shifting in your place trying to get as comfortable as possible.

“Goodnight, baby”

[blenderhemmings]

me reviewing my bullet points for this michael fic

[bratzforchris]

Billionaire Baby

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Summary: In which Luke pays off your tuition in full and only asks for one thing in return

Pairing: Sugar daddy and investment banker!Luke x sub!reader

Warnings: Smut, dom/sub dynamics, nonsexual submission, overstimulation, jacuzzi fucking, doggy style, mentions of free use, unprotected p in v, fingering, underage drinking given to reader by Luke, sugar daddy mentions, student (university/18+) x older male relationship, bondage, Luke has an obedience kink, overall really fucking filthy and a bit fluffy ;)

Word Count: 5.1k

A/N: Luke leans more towards boyfriend instead of sugar daddy than I originally planned, but I still adore this work anyway. I put my heart and soul into this piece, so reblogs are much appreciated :)!

DNI under 18

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“What the fuck…” You mumbled, scrolling through your email. 

You were sitting in the library, trying to study for your upcoming biochem exam, but failing a bit. You were getting distracted by everything, hence why you were scrolling through your email on your laptop instead of studying. The email was from two hours ago and it was asking you to come to the dean’s office today at three for a meeting. 

You began to panic a bit, wondering why on earth the dean wanted to have a meeting with you. You had never, ever been in trouble academically or ever, for that matter. You were a bit behind on your loan payments, but not so much they were rescinding your admission, right? You cursed when you realized that it was currently two-thirty, and the dean’s office was on the other side of campus. 

Quickly shoving your laptop, books, and stationery into your bookbag, you hurried out of the library that you loved oh-so-dearly. Going to Columbia University had been your dream since second grade, and that day that you saw the main library on your tour in tenth grade just confirmed that this was the school for you. 

You slowed your pace a bit when you got closer to the building, taking a moment to soak in the crisp, fall air and the splotches of autumn that decorated the New York City sidewalks. You pulled your cardigan tighter around yourself and hurried up the steps of the School of Professional Studies. 

“Hi,” You whispered quietly to the lady at the front desk as you signed in. 

“Oh, it’s you,” she said, eyeing you up and down. “You’re a very lucky girl.” she winked. 

You furrowed your brow, wanting to ask what she meant, but not wanting to be rude. You eventually just shook your head and sat down in the lobby while you waited to be called back. This was a huge school, full of children of the rich and famous. She must’ve had you confused with someone else. 

“Y/N Y/L/N?” the dean asked, walking out into the lobby. “Follow me.”

You quickly picked up your backpack and followed him, deep into the building where his office was sat. You struggled a bit to keep up with his long strides, being a bit out of breath when you finally reached his office. 

“Take a seat,” he said not unkindly, opening the door for you. “This will be quick.”

You took a tentative seat on one of the down chairs on the opposite side of the desk, trying to control your breathing. You were afraid your features would show your fear, so you tried to keep your face even. 

“Ms. Y/L/N, you are extremely lucky…” he started. “Your tuition has been paid in full by an anonymous donor, to include everything you will need to complete your undergraduate degree.” he smiled. 

“I’m sorry, what?” You asked, trying to stay polite, but also wanting to know what the fuck was going on. 

“Someone has paid your tuition in full. Do you have any idea who it could be?”

“I…no…” You said, hoping the blush wouldn’t creep onto your cheeks. 

You knew exactly who it was. There was only one person in your life that had that much money. Ivy League schooling wasn’t cheap, after all. You wouldn’t tell the dean who it was, though. That wouldn’t be good for a number of reasons. 

“Enjoy your time here at Columbia, Y/N. You’re free to go.” the dean smiled, nodding towards the door. 

You stood on shaky legs and walked out of the room, trying to process what you had just heard. No more student loan payments, no more living paycheck-to-paycheck, no more working at your shitty fast food job until 2 am. You pulled your phone out of the back pocket of your jeans and typed out a message as you walked out of the building and stood on the steps. 

You: was it you???

Luke: Was what me, darling?

You: you know exactly what i’m talking about

You sighed, deciding to walk the half a block to your favorite cafe while you waited for Luke’s response. Your relationship with the blond was complicated. He wasn’t quite your sugar daddy, but he also wasn’t fully your boyfriend. It was never meant to spiral into a relationship, but Luke made you want more. Being a Columbia graduate himself, you had met him at a philanthropy event last spring. You had shared drinks and dancing, before he took you back to his large penthouse for a hook-up. 

Ever since then, Luke had made it clear that he enjoyed your company. He spoiled you beyond belief, both with material things and with a very active sex life. Being a Wall Street investment banker had given him the attitude that he would take what he wanted, and you were no exception. As much as you were an independent woman in your studies, having Luke in your life took some of the stress away. Going over to his place after a long day of classes, only to receive a mountain of physical affection and usually a gift or two, was just what you needed. 

Just as you finished ordering your chai latte, your phone pinged with a new message. You sat down at a cozy table in the corner and pulled out your laptop while you waited for your coffee, looking over the text. 

Luke: Come over. You’re done with classes for today, right?

Luke: I’ll order dinner. 

You smiled, tucking a strand of hair that had fallen loose from your braid behind your ear. You quickly typed out a message, thumbs flying across the screen. Even as frustrated as you were at the possibility of Luke paying off all of your tuition, you couldn’t help the way your heart skipped a beat at the thought of seeing him. 

You: getting coffee, then i will&lt;3

You smiled when Luke typed back three red hearts. He was never one for emojis, mostly because of how professional he was. Every now and then though, you were the lucky one to see that softer, less-professional side of him. As soon as your coffee was placed in your hand, you dashed out the cafe door, walking towards the nearest subway station to catch the train to Luke’s apartment at the southern end of Central Park. 

Your heart was absolutely racing as you got closer and closer to the blond. Luke was unlike anyone you had ever met. He had an almost electric pull on you. Luke bore a striking resemblance to a prince, or maybe a king. The way he commanded his office and then carried that dominance home to you was probably the hottest thing you had ever experienced in your twenty years of life. 

As soon as the subway pulled up to your stop, you were leaping off the train and up the stairs to the sidewalk. As soon as you got out of the tunnel, you couldn’t help but to crane your neck. No matter how many times you came to Luke’s apartment, you couldn’t help but to be in utter awe when you came upon Billionaire’s Row. The sky-high buildings made of glass and steel were highlighted so beautifully by the rest of the city lights. 

You hurried your pace a bit, eager to see Luke inside of one of those penthouse suites. Eventually, you came upon the building that you knew all too well. Walking inside the lobby, the man at the front desk smiled at you, his name tag reading Randy. 

“He’s home,” he smiled. “Right over here.”

“Thanks,” You smiled. “I don’t mind taking the regular elevator, y’know.”

“Oh, please. Take this one.” he unlocked the private elevator that would take you directly to Luke’s apartment. 

“Thank you,” You smiled as the doors began to close when you stepped in. “I’ll see you later?”

“If you leave tonight.” Randy chuckled. 

As soon as you were on your way up, your heart began to flutter faster. You hadn’t seen Luke in a few days because the stock market had been picking up and so had your classes, which made you so beyond eager to be around him once again. The elevator dinged and the doors to Luke’s apartment opened. 

You stepped out onto the plushy, white carpet, looking around for the blond. “Luke?”

“Hey baby,” he hummed, coming out of the kitchen and wrapping you in a hug. “Miss me?”

You giggled when he buried his face in your neck, his stubble scratching your neck. “I did.” You said sweetly. 

As soon as Luke pulled back, you looked up into his deep blue eyes before speaking again. “Luke, were you the ‘anonymous donor’ that paid my tuition?”

“I was. What? I can’t spoil my girl?” he led you into the kitchen, rolling up the sleeves of his white button-down. 

“Luke,” You insisted. “I never said that, but that’s hundreds of thousands of dollars. You don’t need to do that.”

“Watch your mouth, princess.” Luke gave you a stern look as he poured you a glass of Merlot. 

You blushed, shrinking under his gaze. Even when it wasn’t sexual, Luke had a dominant aire about him. Maybe it was because he worked in such a high power industry, or maybe it was just the way he was, but the blond made you want to submit to him, clinging onto his every word. 

“I just want to make sure we’re, y’know, equal. I want to make sure you feel loved, too.”

Luke slid the wine glass across the island to you, where you had taken a seat at the bar. “I don’t need that.”

You snorted. “Contrary to popular belief, you like feeling loved too.” You craned your neck and placed a kiss on his cheek. 

Luke rolled his eyes, walking around the island and wrapping his arms around your midsection. “So you wanna know how you can make me feel appreciated?”

“If you wanna call it that, sure.” You shrugged. 

“You can be my little toy for the next week. You’re free use for me,” he smirked, growling softly in your ear. “You think that’s equal?”

You nodded quickly, knowing Luke was going to take free advantage of the week, but not caring. “I think so.” You giggled. 

“You know I love you, right?” Luke asked. “I don’t want you worrying about your tuition anymore. It’s done, it’s taken care of. You’re going to relax and let me make you feel good, darling.” he hummed, massaging your shoulders. 

You blushed under the subtle dominance of Luke’s words, relaxing into his touch. You nudged your head into Luke’s chest and he chuckled softly, knowing exactly what you wanted. 

“You’re so cute when you need me, baby girl.” he picked you, holding you under the ass and abandoning your wine glass on the counter so he could carry you to his large master bedroom. 

You laid your head on his shoulder, speaking out a soft ‘I love you’. It had been a long day between classes and the stress of the news you’d received and now you just needed Luke to take care of you so you could relax for a little while. 

Luke placed you down on his soft, silken sheets when you reached his bedroom, humming softly. “On your knees, honey.”

You did as he asked, kneeling softly and looking up at your dom with soft doe eyes.  You were practically reeling with relaxation and happiness over Luke’s validation. You watched him softly while he bustled around the room, taking off his watch and getting things ready for the night. 

“Good girl, baby,” Luke praised you. “You’re doing perfect, honey.”

“Thank you.” You said sweetly, knowing Luke enjoyed it when you responded verbally. 

“Go wait in the bathroom for me, honey. I’ll be there soon.” Luke told you, looking at you sternly but speaking softly. 

You scampered off to Luke’s luxurious bathroom, wondering what he had in mind. Usually, he would dom you in bed. You wasted no time on kneeling on the bath mat beside the jacuzzi tub, still fully clothed. If there was one thing you loved to do, it was be Luke’s sub. Something about letting someone else take the reins and guide you, sexually or not, helped you relieve your stress from attending such a demanding university. 

Luke didn’t make you wait long. He came into the bathroom and saw you kneeling, giving you immediate praise. “Look at you, honey. Waiting like a good girl.” he cooed, flashing that million-dollar smile that had been on the cover of Forbes magazine last month. 

You blushed, giggling softly. You could feel yourself slipping into subspace, that floaty feeling taking over your head as Luke fussed over you and took care of you. You leaned into his touch as he ran a hand through your hair, before moving to start the bath water. 

“Nothing like a nice bath to help you relax, right love?” he smirked. “Arms up.”

You did as the blond asked and Luke pulled off your sweater. He left your glasses on, but reached for the button on your jeans. Luke slowly helped you stand up and then pulled your pants and your panties off, trailing little kisses from your collarbone down to your pubic bone. You could feel the way your body had completely relaxed into your subspace, molding like jelly at whatever Luke told you to do. 

The blond fiddled with the settings on the tub, turning on the jets and adding the red lights, which were his absolute favorite. Luke put your favorite, rose-scented bath bomb into the tub before speaking. “Get in the bath, honey.”

You stepped into the large jacuzzi tub, holding Luke’s hand and sinking into the warm, fizzy water. “Thank you.”

Luke smirked, enjoying the way your face was tulip-pink at all the attention being showered on you by him. He wasn’t going to push you today; he had seen the stress lines that had burrowed their way deep onto your face. Besides, you two still needed to have the tuition conversation and he didn’t want you to be totally fucked out for that. Just enough to help you relax. 

“I think you need some entertainment while you’re in the bath, hmm? Wouldn’t want you getting distracted…” he smirked, running his ring-clad pointer finger under your chin. 

You immediately rested your chin on the ledge of the large tub, watching Luke with expectant eyes. He pulled back for a moment, just enough to make sure you were fully paying attention, but not enough to make you panic. Luke began to undo the buttons of his white shirt, smirking at you as he teased you so fucking slowly, ringed fingers pulsing as he worked. 

Letting out a few soft, sensual moans didn’t seem to phase the blond. He simply continued to slowly undress, making sure you were watching the whole time. He wasn’t not not acknowledging you, but he also wasn’t giving you the attention you were oh-so-craving. Finally, Luke came to his gray, Calvin Klein boxers. He slid them off slowly, smirking at you as he did so. 

“Mmmm, want you to dom me, Luke. Please. It’s so big.” You whined. 

“Ahh ahh, we don’t whine, honey. I think you forgot to ask nicely, hmm?” Luke stood towering over you, completely naked, but in all his godlike authority. 

Even in your fuzzy subspace, you could see why all of Luke’s female assistants fawned over him. He looked like something sent straight from Mount Olympus with his blond curls, perfect nose, and regal body type. He had a commanding aura about him, no matter what he was doing, and despite his multiple (yes, multiple) PhDs from different Ivy League universities, it was easy to understand how he did so well in the New York Stock Exchange. 

“Sorry sir,” You whispered out. “Can you please dom me?” You asked in a sultry tone. 

“That’s what I like to hear,” Luke planted a kiss on your head as he stepped into the tub with you. “Good fuckin’ girl.”

You giggled and blushed, still kneeling even in the bath. You kept your eyes trained on Luke, which proved a difficult task from here. Luke’s master bathroom was made up of crystal clear glass windows that allowed for a view of practically the whole city since he lived on the 69th floor.  With the sun starting to fade into a hazy dusk and the lights of the skyscrapers popping on one-by-one, it was hard not to get distracted, but you wanted Luke’s pleasure much more than you wanted to enjoy the view. 

You and Luke sat face-to-face, and he watched your eyes intently, wondering what joys he would unlock tonight. He began to rub your thigh up and down with his hand under the soapy water, keeping his eyes trained on you. 

“Relax, pretty girl,” he whispered. “Just let me take care of you.”

You began to relax under Luke’s touch and gaze, that is, until he began to sneak his fingers closer and closer to your opening. You unconsciously clenched your thighs around Luke’s hand, your nerves sensitive. You began to whimper, wiggling your hips closer to meet his fingers. 

“Oh god.” You whined. 

Luke smirked, running his fingers along your wet slit and trailing it over your clit. He smirked as he did so, scooting closer to you. “I want you to cum all over my fingers, princess. Get all that stressed properly fucked out.”

You moaned, thrusting your hips against Luke’s pulsating fingers. The blond began to make small, raindrop-like pulses on your electric spot, enjoying the view as you squirmed under him, practically riding his fingers. 

“Good girl, honey. Takin’ it like the slutty little school girl that you are.” he coached you. 

Your climax was beginning to build up, and you couldn’t help the moans and whimpers that escaped from your mouth as Luke finger-fucked you. As he tapped near your clit, he used three fingers on the other hand to slowly slide them in and out of your pussy. 

“That’s it, baby. That feel good? Yeah?” he smiled, knowing you were entirely too close to say anything other than small ‘yes’’s and ‘uh huh’’s. 

You were nearly crying as you tried to hold yourself back from clenching and cumming all over Luke’s fingers until he told you to do so. Your sex was absolutely throbbing with the way Luke was touching you, and the warm water from the tub was not making it any easier. 

“Luke,” You nearly screamed out. “Making me need to cum.”

The blond gave one last time of really working up your rhythm, before kissing your chest. “Go ahead and cum for me, baby. Cum all over my fingers.”

You didn’t need to be told twice. You quickly released, and your walls began to clench around Luke’s fingers, coating them in your cum. The blond coached you through your climax, offering lots of praise and compliments. 

“You are so pretty when you cum, princess,” he cooed when you had finished, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Takin’ my fingers like a good girl.”

You blushed under Luke’s words, leaning your head against his shoulder when he pulled you into his bare chest, hand running up and down your side. Luke had an almost intoxicating way of making your orgasms one of the most exhausting, but best, things you did. 

“I think you need one more for good measure. Make sure all that stress is properly fucked out, yeah?” he asked you. 

You quickly nodded, never saying no to Luke pleasuring you. The blond ran his fingers through your hair and down your face and upper body, making sure to keep you fully relaxed in subspace. Because you were essentially sitting on his lap, you could feel Luke’s cock hardening under you and you couldn’t help the blush that spread across your cheeks. 

“Turn around on your knees, honey,” Luke coached, moving you off his lap. “Right over the jet.” 

Doing as Luke asked, you had to bite your lip at the sensation of the rushing water tingling your clit. “Oh.” You moaned. 

The blue-eyed man chuckled, caressing your upper back. “Feels so good, doesn’t it, princess?” he whispered in your ear. 

You nodded, gripping the edge of the tub to keep yourself steady. Luke grabbed his white button-down that he had oh-so-conveniently placed on the tub ledge. He quickly used it to wrap your hands around the faucet. 

“I want to make sure you enjoy this in the right way.”

You moaned at Luke’s erotic words, angling your hips back so that your ass would meet Luke’s boner. He pulled you back by the hips slowly, offering you lots of praise as your body melted like butter in his hands, allowing him to touch where and however. The blond told you to stay on your knees and lean forward into your bond, angling your back, and you whined as you felt the pressure placed on your already sensitive pussy, even without Luke’s dick. 

Luke was practically a sex expert, and he knew your anatomy almost better than you did. That being said, he knew he needed to take you from behind in order to hit your G-spot. Your second orgasm was always faster than the first, and he wanted to make sure that he would get the pleasure of you cumming not only on his fingers, but on his dick as well. 

He slowly straddled you from behind, his hips pushing into your ass, before inserting only his tip into you. The pleasure on the blond’s face was evident as he heard you release tiny moans and pants, already nearly overstimulated, just from an inch of him inside you. 

“Someone’s eager,” he chuckled. “Did studying all day wear you out? Made you nice and needy for my dick, baby?” 

You moaned, nodding your head and straddling against your restraints. “Yes…” You breathed out. “Yes sir.”

“That’s what I like to hear. Good girl.” Luke slid more of his dick inside of you, painstakingly teasing you. 

You pushed your ass further against him, trying to take as much of him into you as possible. Luke was a big fan of doggy style and you had gone through this many times before; Luke didn’t give in to what you wanted right away, but nevertheless, you always tried. You tried desperately to distract yourself by looking out at the scenic cityspace in front of you, but the view was no match for the magic that was Luke. 

“You are so fucking hot when you listen to me, Y/N,” Luke growled, tugging on the ends of your hair slightly. “Obeying just the way you’re supposed to like a good sugar baby.”

You moaned, craning your neck back and arching your back as the jets overstimulated your clit and electric spot and Luke’s dick teased your hole. “Uh huh…oh god, Luke.” You whined. 

Finally, after what felt like forever to you, Luke slammed all eight inches of himself inside of you, bucking his hips so that you could feel his shaft pulsating. He began to ride you at an almost frenzy rhythm, slamming his hips into yours so that the sound of skin hitting skin and jacuzzi water splashing echoed around the room. The blond knew that if people in other high-rises looked hard enough, they could see him riding you doggy-style within an inch of your life. He didn’t care, though. You wanted to act like a good sub that was practically begging with your eyes for a slutty fuck, that’s what you would get. Besides, billionaires were too scandalous themselves to speak about their colleagues’ sex lives. 

“Luke,” You nearly sobbed out, overstimulated by the jets rocking your clit and Luke railing you from behind. “Need to cum.”

Your second orgasm was always faster than your first and you could feel the tight ball building up in your lower stomach, begging to be released. The overstimulation from pressure on your clit and penetration from Luke was having tears running down your cheeks. Luke wasn’t letting up though. He wanted you to be so worn out that you could just relax and let him take care of you. 

“You can cum, honey,” he hummed, fucking into you one last time before slapping your ass. “Cum all over my dick.”

You immediately did as told, crying out and straining against your bond as you released your climax. “Uh uh…feels so good.” You panted out, walls clenching around his cock. 

Luke rubbed your back as you did so, gently guiding you through it. “That’s it. Good girl. Cumming all over my dick.”

You moaned loudly, thoroughly exhausted. “Thank you.”

“Ah ah,” he tutted. “You’re not done yet, baby girl,” Luke slowly untied the shirt that had bonded you. “Turn around.” he huffed coldly. 

You did as he asked, looking up at him through your lashes. He had a smirk on his face, body radiating dominance and power as he lifted your heads above your head and tied them once again to the faucet with the shirt, only this time, you were facing him.

“You really thought you were gonna be done without me getting my pleasure off you?” the blond asked. 

You blushed under his gaze, unconsciously bucking your hips to meet his. “Use me. I love you, so use me.” You panted. 

“Think you need a nice facial to help you relax, hmm sweetie?”

You nodded quickly, knowing what Luke was getting at. “Please.” You said, eyeing his massively-hard boner. 

Luke began to pump himself with his right hand, rings still on. It was probably the hottest thing you’d ever seen, with his head thrown back, blond curls wet and plastered to his forehead, and his muscles bulging as he worked himself. You wiggled in the grasp of his white shirt, moaning loudly. You were beginning to get cold in the water without his body on you and you were making it very clear that you wanted him again. 

“Gonna cum, baby.” he huffed out. 

“Do it. Cum all over me, sir.” You whined in a sultry voice. 

Luke didn’t need to be told twice. He immediately came all over your face, coating your eyes and cheeks in white ropes of cum. 

“God, baby. So pretty.” he said, watching you blink the cum out of your eyelashes as he rode out his high. 

You blushed. “It’s because of you.”

Luke reached for a washcloth in the fine basket beside the large tub and dipped it into the water, slowly wiping your face off with the warm, wet rag. “I love seeing you when you know you belong to me, princess.” he crooned. 

You giggled softly, loving the floaty feeling that was coming from being in your subspace. “Thank you.”

The blue-eyed man continued to wash you off with the cloth, removing the stickiness from your face and body. Luke looked over and realized he had left a crystal champagne flute by the tub the night before. 

“Do you need your hair washed, princess?” he asked. 

You immediately nodded, absolutely loving it when Luke washed your hair. “Please.”

Luke smiled, placing a kiss on your forehead before using the flute as a sort of cup to wet your hair and using his own shampoo (which was vanilla scented, but no one else needed to know) to wash your hair. You melted under his touch, allowing Luke to take full control, directing you to close your eyes and lean your head back so he could wash your hair. 

“All done, honey. Sit in the bath while I dry off.”

His words hardly registered in your brain. The wonderful feeling of being totally fucked out and having someone wash your hair had made you so sleepy. Luke quickly stepped out of the jacuzzi, wrapping a plush, white towel around himself and grabbing his phone from the vanity. The view of you naked, fucked out, in his huge jacuzzi and against the background of crystal-clear glass and the lights of Billionaire’s Row in Manhattan was too pretty for him not to snap a photo of. 

The blond quickly dried himself off and dressed in a pair of cozy gray sweats with no shirt. No matter how much money he made off of Wall Street, that outfit would always be his pajamas. Luke pulled the plug in the tub, lifting you out of the tub easily and wrapping you in a pink towel with your initials monogrammed that you left at his apartment for hookups like tonight. 

“Kneel, honey, so I can dry you off,” he told you. “Good girl.”

You melted under Luke’s touch as he dried you off and lathered you with sweet-smelling lotion. He slipped your red, silken nightie with lace details over your head before picking you up. Being your sugar daddy, he figured it was only fair to spoil you after you had pleasured him so well and that was exactly what he planned on doing. Luke carried you to bed, tucking you in softly. “What are you feeling for dinner, baby?” 

You shrugged, feeling so sleepy and out of it. “You pick.”

“Nope, it’s your night, princess.” he chuckled softly. 

“You already did, well, what you did today with the money and all. Let me order it.” You said, reaching for your phone. 

“No ma’am,” Luke jerked it back. “You’re going to let me spoil you. You have two choices, baby. Seafood or steak.”

“..steak. Thank you.” You blushed. 

Even though you had known Luke since the spring, you were still getting used to the whole “sugar daddy” thing. It was still rather unfamiliar to you to let someone else care for you, especially someone as rich as Luke. The blond easily ordered the food from both his and your favorite Michelin Star restaurant, easily curling up in bed with you after. 

“Thank you for today. For everything. Are you sure it’s okay?” You asked quietly. 

“Princess, I told you. The only thing you owe me is free use of that slutty little body for the next week.” he told you, burying his face into your neck as he spooned you. 

You blushed and giggled softly, pushing yourself further into him. “That sounds good to me. But seriously, thank you. Helping me with my education means more to me than you know.”

“I know. That’s why I did it. Besides, smart girls are hot girls.” he smirked. 

You happily cuddled into Luke’s side, sighing happily. And if Luke spent the rest of the night being beyond soft and caring for you, no one else had to know. 

[lukesvalentyne]

luke hemmings bf material not proofread

• so so so so cuddly. he’d probably be the little spoon no matter the height difference between you two as he likes to be held but also wouldn’t mind being the big spoon for example if he’s a lot taller than you he could easily wrap himself around you.

• def plans the cutest dates ever (pottery painting, flower picking just really cute aesthetic shit)

• SINGS YOU TO SLEEP👏 you laying on his chest as he caresses your hair softly lulling you to sleep with his voice…. hwjsjsjdkd i need him

• probably gives you the sweetest nicknames for example: angel, sweetheart, darling and love.

• worships the ground you walk. If you were really public about the relationship he would probably post you WAYYY more than he posts himself…

• i could see him being like a really cheesy romantic especially if hes got it BAD he’d do some like romcom type shit and leave you little love notes every day with flowers or something

• always wants to play his music to you first as your opinion matters the most

• whenever he’s on tour and you are away from one another he’d send like postcards to you or bring you a gift back from the different countries he’s been to

• sends you mini vlogs of tour life.🥹

• his love language is 100% physical touch. he just loves being near you holding your hand, hugging you, kissing you etc. Or maybe gift giving like i said previously he’d always bring you a gift back so he’s probably really excited to give it to you

• doing that tiktok trend to see who petunia will run to. pretends to be jealous when tunia chooses you (secretly is obsessed with how much she loves you)

• just overall the most gentle lover ever and is so considerate and thoughtful throughout everything

- a/n: this is really short im sorry :((

[carryonafi]

nothin’ but noise.

calum hood x reader; SMUT!!🔞

WE FINALLY HAVE A CALUM BLURB!! there’s so many more projects and stuff that i have in the works but school has been kicking my ass, yada yada all the excuses you hear from fanfic authors— but enjoy this!! no plot, just calum being a munch🤍

words: 1.6k

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You never thought you could describe a man’s sound as beautiful, but that's all you were getting when you stared up at Calum Hood through your eyelashes. His hands were tangled in your hair, gathering it up in a makeshift ponytail as he choked back whimpers of gratitude. Head bobbing up and down, slowly… carefully, just to prepare yourself as you held your thumb tightly and took him all the way in. He hit the back of your throat, eyes welling up and becoming glossy as you tried to blink the tears away. Calum tipped his head back, one loud gasp followed by a much softer moan slipping past his full pink pout. Wetted with saliva, his lips were parted in shallow breaths and ragged inhales. He cursed under his beautiful sounds as you came back up, eyebrows knitted together. You made eye contact with him again, pulling all the way back until the tense string of spit connecting your lips to his tip broke off and left a trail down your chin. Your hand made quick work of his base, swallowing thickly and catching your breath due to your previous lack of control.

Calum sighed your name, sounding so far away… but he was right there, On the brink, he sat, but your slick palm wasn't enough. “Oh, god.” He gasped once your thumb dug into his slit and swirled around the pre-cum.

“Wanna finish like this, Cal?” You asked, voice raspy and coated with your need to look down on him. His hands were still fisted in your hair, big brown eyes staring non-harmful daggers into your own. He rolled his hips into your hand in response, feeling his stomach flutter with the name you gave him. His tattooed chest rose and fell with each staggered breath he took, supplying himself with limited oxygen yet enough to push his flushed tan skin.

“Do I have other options?” Calum stammered, desperately moving his hips in time with the slow pumps of your hands since your pace hadn’t come to a complete stop yet.

“Inside me?” You paused, admiring how his eyes lit up just at the thought of filling you to your brink. “Mm, you’ll have to switch places with me if you want that, though.” His eyes seemed to brighten even more, a honey golden stare looking back at you instead of darkened chocolate lust. You giggled, stopping everything you were doing just to crawl up his body while hovering over his much more muscular frame. “You think you can do that, make me feel good, Cal?” You drew out the syllables of his name, patronizing but so, so sweet. Calum gave you an eager nod and within seconds he was trying his lips down your body just after flipping your positions. He was excited, buzzing to get a taste of you and it was apparent in the way he didn’t do his usual routine of hickeys all down your skin and caressing your thighs. His lips were over your clothed heat, pressing the flat of his tongue to the spot which pulled a moan from your throat. Your turn, your turn to have your knuckles in his hair tightening with each swivel of his tongue. Calum’s fingers tucked between the fabric of your panties and the smooth valley of your inner thigh, he was about to push them off to the side, but you took it upon yourself to hastily wiggle your hips and get them off of you as quickly as possible.

His next moves were predictable, but oh, were they fast. He dove in immediately and dragged a stripe along your core with his tongue, dipping into the folds, then swirling your clit and closing his lips around the bundle of nerves. Calum’s actions were already sending you into a spiral, another gasp as your hips lifted towards his mouth and you laid your head down on the satin pillows. Your eyes closed as he repeated this process, kissing, sucking, lapping up your fluids. It made you a mess of endless moaning and tugs on his soft frizzy hair, eliciting more from him which sent vibrations coursing through your veins.

At one point, you opened your eyes and looked down. Your arousal made you lightheaded and weak, just barely lifting your head enough to see him completely enveloped in you. This only made your head spin more, he looked up at you the same way you did to him just a few moments earlier with a hint of innocence in his hopeless brown eyes. Calum separated himself from you, though he was dying to go back for more. He just needed to see you unravel, he knew you loved how he looked like this, his hair a thick mess only tamed in your fingers, chin shiny with liquid and lips glistening with the same substance. His poor little pout, so kiss-swollen and pink from pleasuring you. As he gave you his puppy eyes, he used his fingers to rub in gentle circles on your sensitive bud so he could feel the shake of your thighs which were hiked up over his shoulders. “Love havin’ you like this.”

“Love when you’ve got tears in your eyes like that, ‘n your makeup starts to smudge… so fucking pretty.” Calum leaned in, turning his head to the side to mumble against your thigh between open mouthed kisses. “The prettiest.”

“I need you, now.” You just barely spoke over a whisper to Calum, who had stopped with his hand now as well and gave you the warmest smile. It looked no different to the ones he gave you when you woke up in the morning, or when he looked you in the eyes after a long day of recording… innocence for such an act.

“Weren’t you the one telling me I needed to do this first?” Calum hummed in response, knowing he had completely won you over again by the way you only nodded and tried your best to pull him back up towards you. It felt like a blur when your lips met, moving quickly against each other in a haste to adjust your positions so he could line up with the slick of your entrance. Nothing could compare to that feeling, hips flush as you desperately egged him on to hurry up and stop playing his games. One swift thrust had you both gasping for air, Calum was a bit louder than you… yet he was muffled by his lips pressed to your neck. He was the one hovered over you, your legs wrapped around his waist as if he could get any closer than he already was. This wasn’t going to last very long for either of you, but the anticipation kept you on the edge.

“Calum!” One simple whine of his name and he was moving, making you squeak with the unexpected change. His hips moved rhythmically, hitting endless beats like he was listening to a metronome designed specifically for you in his head, and it only took him a few seconds to find the most sensitive spot deep in the pit of your stomach. It was heavy, thick tension as you drawled his name and made the most pleasurable whines regarding how fucking good he was taking care of you. Your ecstasy never seemed to stop, but the warmth of his sweaty, sweet brown waves kept you grounded. You needed to feel something other than the repeated abuse of your g-spot as he pounded, Calum wasn’t afraid now. It had taken him so long to just loosen up a little bit and let the vulnerability come out as well as the dominating persona. You were finally getting the most of it and enjoying every bit. Finally, finally, his perfect face lifted from the crook of your neck and he admired the look on your face. Everything he loved, your lips forming a perfect O and wide glossy eyes shielded from the light by his shadow.

“Come on, come on… can feel you. So close.” He encouraged, followed by a string of sweet promises pushing you to finally tip over. Not even a few seconds passed, but you were coming undone right beneath him. Calum breathed out like it was his own orgasm, whispers of “Yeah, yeah. Fuck, baby.” all mixed together behind the sounds of your desperate moans and the ringing in your ears. Your body tensed, pulsing, clenching around Calum which brought him over with no warning. He panted, furrowing his brows as his hips stilled and you could bask in the uncomfortable feeling. It didn’t bring you too much euphoria, but felt so deep. So fucking deep.

Both of you left breathless, your arms hung loosely around his neck as he brought you own from your highs with kisses to your cheek and the corner of your mouth. Everything was slow now, you could hear Calum’s heartbeat so hard it sounded like it would burst through his chest… though yours probably sounded the same way. When he came up from his job of giving you kisses, he gave you a lazy smile that made you giggle. It was so contagious he had to as well, rolling over to lay on his side. His one arm tucked underneath your body while the other was tossed over your stomach.

“Now you wanna play the baby and be held, huh?” You teased, but you couldn't be too upset. Calum looked very content with his head on your shoulder and his perfect little nose pressed to your skin. He hummed out an affirmative answer, eyes closed as he was already starting to slip out of consciousness. What more could you want other than Calum, and his perfect sounds, and perfect hair, and perfect face… possibly to have this every day? It wasn’t guaranteed yet, so that was the only thing you could wish for.

[ughkat]

keep going | m.g.c

smutty oneshot ❥

michael x fem!reader

smut, petnames, choking

you and michael are getting ready for a night out and he can't keep his hands off you

not proofread

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I leaned closer into the large bathroom mirror in front of me, squinting as I perfected my eyeliner. I quickly checked the time on my phone, then back to the mirror, making sure I wasn't running behind.

Michael and I had planned for a casual night out. He rummaged through our closet for his clothing for night before placing the chosen articles on the bed. I remained in only my underwear in bra as I got ready, as a precaution to my messy makeup skills. My hair laid loosely curled down my back, un-styled.

I felt the presence of Michael behind me before I saw his cheeky grin in the mirror, eyeing me up and down. He came in closer behind me, wrapping two arms around my waist, his chin on my shoulder.

"Careful." I giggled, his head almost knocking the eye pencil across my face. He buried his face into my neck.

"I'm sorry, you just look so fuckin' good." He mumbled into my skin. His hands softly trailed along my sides, sending a chill through my body. He pressed his lips against my neck, kissing gently. I smiled at his affection, continuing my makeup in the mirror. I tried my best to ignore the touch of Michael behind me, remembering the ticking time, but his fingertips and lips against my skin weakened my care.

Michaels hands slowly came around to my uncovered bottom, groping and squeezing adoringly. He pressed his frontside against me, his hard bulge pressing against my rear. I sighed in pleasure at his touch, placing both hands on the counter.

"Michael, we gotta go soon." I smiled, my half-assed attempt going noticed by Michael.

"I never said stop." He muttered into my skin, referring to me getting ready. I let out a small chuckle, shaking my head before reaching for a lipstick. Michaels hand trailed back around my front, tracing his fingertips on my panty line. I continued to pretend to ignore his actions, intensely focusing on my objective in front of me. Michael let out a chuckle, meeting my gaze in the mirror for a moment before swiftly pulling my underwear to my ankles. I looked down behind me abruptly with a shocked smile, Michael crouched on one knee. He watched me closely as he spread my legs from my ankles, just enough for him to fit in between. I felt the heat between my legs begin to throb as Michael gaze burned into mine.

"Keep going." He spoke softly, motioning with his head to my products on the counter. I narrowed my eyes with a smirk, turning back around to the mirror. My breath shook as I continued my routine, awaiting Michael's next move.

Michael placed himself between my legs, facing the opposing direction of me. I gasped and gripped the counter at the sudden feeling of his warm tongue swiping once against my slit. I pulled back and looked down to reveal Michael's eyes looking back up at me. He smiled into my heat before continuing his tongue up and down my folds, flicking it quickly on my throbbing bud. My hips buckled and ground against Michael's mouth, my fingers grasping tightly onto the counter. He brought up two fingers to my dripping hole, inserting them slowly.

"Fuck." I whimpered, tossing my head back. Michael chuckled into my dripping folds, wrapping his free arm around my thigh and holding my shaking legs steady. He pumped his two fingers steadily, matching the rhythm with his tongue.

Before I had a chance to collect my thoughts, Michael stood up from his position, back to being pressed behind me. He placed a hand under my thigh, propping my leg up on the counter. I watched him behind me in the mirror. Impatiently waiting for him to unbuckle his pants. My standing leg shook as Michael readjusted his grip on my heightened one, lining his throbbing tip to my entrance. He brought his chest in close to my back and placed a hand on the counter beside us. Michael locked eyes with me in the mirror as he slowly slid his pulsating shaft fully inside of me. His mouth dropped into an "O" as I bit my lip, concealing a squeal.

"You look so pretty for me, baby." He cooed deeply into my ear—commenting on my interrupted makeup, beginning to pick up his pace. I let out a loud moan, dropping my head in ecstasy. Michael smugly pounded harder, gripping my thigh tighter

"You take me so good, princess." He looked down to his cock vigorously pumping in and out of me, letting out a growl.

"Fuck, you're so tight around me, baby." He groaned, burying his face into my neck. I watched him in the mirror as his muscles convulsed and flexed at each thrust, and the sweat beading at his shoulders. The way his head rolled back every time I clenched around his throbbing cock.

Michael pulled out abruptly, earning a whine from me. Before I could speak, he lifted me by my hips, turning me around and placing me to sit bare on the counter. I looked up at him through my eyelashes before he pushed me back by my shoulders, placing my head to the mirror, and scooting me by my lower hips to the edge of the counter with his hands. Lining himself back up, he wrapped a hand around my throat, gripping generously. With no warning, Michael began at his previous pace, pounding vigorously in and out of my sensitive hole. My eyes fluttered and rolled to the back of my head as I convulsed around his ramming member.

"You're so pretty when you're taking my cock." He smiled smugly, tilting his head. I looked at him with lazy eyes, holding myself up with my hands. Michael brought a thumb to my throbbing clit, beginning to rub small circles repeatedly. I shook at his touch, my toes curling. I began to convulse and my back arched, signaling my overstimulating climax.

"You gonna cum for me, baby?" He cooed, quickening his pace on my clit. "C'mon princess, cum for me." He breathed, his gaze burning into mine. My head rolled to the size lazily, repeatedly convulsing around Michael's still pounding member. I came hard around him as he continued his pace, leaning in closer to me. I shook with overstimulation.

"That's my good girl." He growled. He pounded vigorously, carrying out his own climax.

"Fuck, Y/n." He groaned, placing his forehead against mine as he finished.

We caught our breaths for a moment before I suddenly remembered why I had been getting ready in the first place. I turned to my phone beside me, checking the time. I threw a hand over my face, groaning at the amount of time that had passed. Michael's head perked up before he spoke.

"Oh... Whoops." He muttered sarcastically. I gave him a playful kick, staying optimistic.

"We still have some time. You just have to keep you hands to yourself." I giggled, poking him in the chest. He connected us for a kiss before cheekily replying.

"No promises."

[bartxnhood]

5sos masterlist

calum hood

older | fluff; in which the two of you share a personal moment together.

broken pieces | angst & fluff; calum let's distance grow between the two of you, afraid of what you would think if you knew how he was feeling.

boat boy | fluff; in which you meet calum on an accidental run in, thanks to your crazy pup. things take a turn for the best.

beside you | fluff ; while calum is on tour, you often send him videos of your daily life while he's gone. until you stop randomly and work on a surprise for him

you don't go to parties | calum hood x reader ; angst ; you're sick of being a celebrity's girlfriend. sick of the parties, all of it. it was bullshit

need you now | angst ; fluff ending; calum wonders if you think about him as much as he thinks about you.

sorrys never enough | angst : you're betrayed again by your boyfriend, who just can't seem to keep his promise

luke hemmings:

end up here I angst; luke has let his work consume him, leaving you alone for weeks on end. you finally snap.

place in me | angst and fluff; in which luke realizes the pain and suffering he's caused, he makes a promise to himself to fix everything. he wants to be the better man for you.

magic | fluff; before a show, luke is struggling with his makeup. he asks you for help.

please try again | angst ; comfort; luke has always been there for you, even when you were at your worst.

teardrops on my guitar | ; angst ; your feelings for your friend go unnoticed, but one night you finally told the world how you felt through your music.

wanna be yours | slow burn ; luke had his eyes on you from the moment you met him so, it killed him when you couldn't take the hint that he was in love with you.

it’s not over | requested.

michael clifford:

complete |; fluff; you surprise michael after his long tour, all he's been wanting is you.

fall shenanigans | ; fluff; carving pumpkins with michael

ashton irwin:

locked inside | ; fluff ; the two of you get snowed it. which means: snowballs, snow angels, and snowmen.

dear devoted delicate I fluff; ashton knew from the first time he met you, you were the one for him.

why wont you love me? | angst : after finding out calum had left you, ashton came to your rescue but he had his own secret

complete mess | requested

[lovebombs4life]

all i wanted - m.g.c.

requested: no i’m just emo rn

a/n: it’s like 5am rn and i can’t sleep so im writing

cw: angst song blurb, swearing, fluff end

———

3 days ago

“please michael, tell me how we can fix this!” i begged, tears falling down my face, staining my cheeks.

“i don’t think we can fix this y/n. both of us are gone all the time, it’s just not good for us.” he bit his lip, tears falling down his face too.

i wanted more than anything to just walk up to him and wipe the tears from his face, and hold him close one last time.

before i could even think of doing so, he grabbed his keys and opened the door to our apartment. “i’m sorry, y/n.” he choked out, leaving me alone in our shared apartment.

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current time

i took deep breaths as i prepared to walk out on stage. i was one of the acts for the vma’s, performing ‘all i wanted’ by paramore.

that wasn’t originally the plan, until the breakup. it was supposed to be michael and i, and we were going to sing ‘everything has changed.’

i tried to clear my head, knowing michael would be watching, just a few rows away from the stage. i took a deep breath as i was directed to the stage. i put my ear pieces in, and was handed a mic.

i walked to the mic stand, putting my mic on, waiting for them to announce my performance.

“for the performance we’ve all been waiting for, here is y/n y/l/n!” i heard ring through my ears.

i smiled out to the crowd, taking a deep breath as the opening chords started playing. i wrapped my hands around the mic, closing my eyes.

“think of me when you’re out, when you’re out there.” i sang, the crowd roaring.

“i’ll beg you nice from my knees.” i continued. tears pricked my eyes as i kept going.

i looked out into the crowd, spotting michael, watching him. he bit his lip, bringing his hand to his mouth and bit his nails.

“all i wanted was you.” i sang quietly, keeping my eyes glued to michael. i blinked my tears away.

as the drums came in, i moved my body to the beat. i closed my eyes, feeling the music. i forced myself to look anywhere but where michael was sitting. thousands of eyes were on me, yet i could only feel his burning into my skin.

tears flowed down my cheeks, and i’d wipe them away occasionally, trying to keep my makeup from running down my face.

i took a deep breath as i got to the end of the song, having to hold out that long note. my nerves faded away as i belted it, making the crowd go wild.

i wiped my face once more as the song ended, running off stage. i couldn’t hold it back anymore, running into my dressing room, crying.

i sniffled hard, trying not to let my nose get runny, failing at doing so. i let my sobs out, grabbing tissues to clear out my nose.

i gasped for air. everything was finally feeling so real. michael wasn’t mine anymore. he didn’t want me.

i grabbed a pillow from the couch, sticking my face into it, letting out sobs that turned to screams. i gripped at my hair, pillow on my legs, my knees to my chest as i screamed into the pillow.

there was a knock on my door. ignored it, still crying. it came again, this time louder. “go away!” i yelled, hugging my legs.

“please, y/n,” a broken voice called from the other side. i went to the door, leaning against it, hearing his voice for the first time in what felt like years.

“n-no, michael! i can’t!” i cried, my forehead pressed to the door. somehow, i knew he was doing the same, his hands pressed to the door.

“you’re all i need, y/n. i want to work out our schedules, everything, i want us to work.” he begged.

i breathed in sharply. “you didn’t want to try the other night, why now?” i questioned, trying to catch my breath.

“because i love you. seeing you perform up there broken like that instead of filled with love with me alongside you just fucking killed me. please, y/n, let me in.” he sniffed.

i pulled away from the door, grabbing the handle and pulling it open. he lifted his head to look at me.

my makeup was running down my face. black streaks of mascara stained my cheeks, my eyeliner smudged around my eyes.

his face was shiny from crying, too. he walked in, grasping me tightly. i nuzzled my head into his shoulder, sobbing. he moved us forward, closing the door behind us.

i screamed into his shoulder, feeling his embrace slightly calm me. i gasped, trying to regulate my breathing.

“i want this to work, i need this to work, y/n. he cried, stroking my hair, squeezing me. i nodded into his shoulder. i took deep breaths, my body relaxing as i drowned in his presence.

“then tell me how to make it work, michael.” i asked, pulling out of his hold. he held onto my hands, looking down at me.

“i want you to come on tour with me, i want to go on tour with you. we’ll get your manager to schedule your concerts a few days before or after our shows, we’ll space them out, something, we’ll make it work.” he stated, squeezing my hands.

“i need to see how much you love and need me, not just hear it.” i spoke, squeezing his hands back.

he nodded his head, pulling me back in to hug me. i looked up at him. his eyes flickered to my lips, and back at my eyes, questioning if he could.

i nodded my head. he leaned down, kissing me softly.

in that moment, i knew everything would be okay.

[writersdare]

5SOS ♡ Masterlist

Last update: 20.01.2024

Main Masterlist | Requests are temporary closed | Prompt List | Taglist | Recommendations | Angst Endings

♡ – readers' favourite; ♥︎ – the most popular 5SOS work

Luke Hemmings

Hold Me Tight ♡ Summary: Luke has been plagued by nightmares, but Y/N was always there for him. Warning: hurt/comfort, nightmares

Let Me Love You NEW Summary: Luke knew it wasn’t his fault Y/N didn’t let him get any closer, but he just wished to know what he could do to make it better. Warning: angsty, trusting issues, mentioning of a breakup, the reader may have low self-esteem Two Gummy Worms Summary: Luke was determined to take Y/N on a night drive. Some things, though, didn’t want to go according to his perfect plan. Warning: friends to lovers, fluff, mentioning of food

He Called Her a Fairy Summary: No matter how excited Luke was to go on tour, it was always too heartbreaking to say goodbye to Y/N. However, that parting was worth going through to meet again. Warning: hurt/comfort, angsty

Eyes Can Speak Too Summary: Being blinded by the feelings for each other, Luke and Y/N didn’t see the obvious things. Warning: friends to lovers, angst, trusting issues, a bit of cursing and mentioning of alcohol

Sweeter Than Honey Summary: Spending a simple evening with Y/N, Luke realised she was always his happy place. Warning: fluff

Baby Girl Summary: Even in Y/N’s darkest times, Luke was always there to guide her to the light. Warning: hurt/comfort, disordered eating

Why Won’t You Love Me Summary: Luke and Y/N broke up after a few months of dating so they could at least remain friends, but seemed like it didn’t ease the pain. Warning: angst, fluff, a bit of cursing and mentioning of alcohol

Never Doubt Me Summary: A date, it would seem, could not get any worse, but then Luke remembered a painful rumour he heard about Y/N. Warning: argument

No Longer Together Summary: Trying to move on from a breakup, Luke and Y/N found each other at the same room, playing “spin the bottle”. Warning: College!AU, angst, mention of alcohol and a breakup

More coming...

Ashton Irwin

Keep It Quiet ♡ Summary: Ashton and Y/N kept their relationship a secret for a while, but one interview made the things a little complicated. Warning: none

Give Me Attention Summary: Ashton and Y/N had been friends for a while. However, everything changed once she found out an unpleasant secret he thought to hide from her. Warning: angst, an intimate moment, a bit of cursing and mentioning of alcohol

More coming...

Michael Clifford

Don’t Be a Stranger Summary: The tour was over, and Michael and Y/N finally met again. Both were uncertain who they were to each other after months being apart. Warning: slight angst

Calum Hood

Ghost of You NEW Summary: It had been four months of silence between Calum and Y/N. Could she finally move on?  Warning: angst All Too Well Summary: It’s the first time ever when Calum and Y/N didn’t need to be apart, as they were going on tour together. However, things could never just be perfect, could they? Warning: angst, fluff, a bit of cursing

Strawberry Jam Summary: The winter holidays were simply the best for both Calum and Y/N, especially when a heating problem in their house occurred. Warning: fluff, friends to lovers

Password Is Your Birthday ♡♥︎ Summary: Y/N never doubted Calum’s loyalty, however, once controversial photos were leaked, their relationship was put to the test. Warning: angsty, mention of alcohol

Paris Broke My Heart Part 1 | Part 2 Summary: Calum knew he’d lose Y/N each time she’d start a new relationship, but that time it was different. She was leaving the country, maybe forever. Warning: 18+ (non-detailed smut), angst, fluff, friends to lovers, cursing and mentioning of alcohol

More coming...

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[lovermine]

new girl!au | help me decide <3

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okay so it starts with oc getting kicked out of her own apartment that she lives in with her boyfriend because of the toxic relationship they have, and they have nowhere to go so she ends up living with the band (who aren’t super duper famous in this fic, just local celebrities kinda thing)

they help her get over her ex after finding out how awfully he treated her, and they basically become her guard dogs from him bcos they love her already

n they’ve lowkey all got massive crushes on her, like she’s a hot girl living in their apartment and they’re young adult men.. they think with their dicks 90% of the time

she walks out of the bathroom in a towel to go to her room and their eyes pop out of their heads

so the roommate pact ensues, the men of apartment 5D will not flirt with or try to pursue their hot roommate (easier said than done)

and ofc one of these assholes has to break the pact cos then there’s no fic duh

which is where i need your help!! i have no idea which member should be the one oc ends up with.

i originally thought michael bcos he reminds me the most of nick from new girl and this is a hundred percent a nick/jess situation, but the choice is up to those who would even be interested in reading this

so please let me know your choice of love interest and if you have any headcanon ideas for the fic!! i’d be super interested in reading them and trying to incorporate your ideas into the overall thing <3 thnx